from The Return of the King
And all the host laughed and wept, and in the midst of their merriment and tears the clear voice of the minstrel arose like silver and gold, and all the men were hushed. And he sang to them. . . until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness.
J. R. R. Tolkein, The Return of the King p. 232 Houghton Mifflin Company Boston, second edition
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