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The Song of Nimrodel


An Elven-Maid there was of old,
     A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
     Her shoes of silver-grey.

A star was bound upon her brows,
     A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
     In Lórien the fair.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
     And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
     As leaf of linden-tree.

Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
     Into the shining pool.

Where now she wanders none can tell,
     In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
     And in the mountains strayed.

The elven-ship in haven grey
     Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
     Beside the roaring sea.

A wind by night in Northern lands
     Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
     Across the streaming tide.

When dawn carne dim the land was lost,
     The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
     Their plumes of blinding spray.

Amroth beheld the fading shore
     Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
     Him far from Nimrodel.

Of old he was an Elven-king,
     A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
     ln fair Lothlórien.

From helm to sea they saw him leap,
     As arrow from the string,
And dive into the water deep,
     As mew upon the wing.

The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
     Go riding like a swan.

But from the West has come no word,
     And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
     of Amroth evermore.



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