LR 5.04.156 {p} ‘The first circle unmanned.’

5.04.152 So it was years.
5.04.153 And yet – gate.
5.04.154 Far behind the dark.
5.04.155 Messengers came again silently.
5.04.156 ‘The first circle unmanned.’
5.04.157 ‘Why? Why do burn!’
5.04.158 The messengers without fled.
5.04.159 Now Denethor stood him.
5.04.160 ‘Farewell!’ he said. Farewell!’