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					                                           LOTHLORIEN

    An Elven-maid there was of old,                     When dawn came dim and the land was lost,
         A shining star by day:                               The mountains sinking grey
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,                   Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
       Her shoes of silver grey.                             Their plumes of blinding spray.

   A star was bound upon her brows,                         Amroth beheld the fading shore
        A light was on her hair                                Now low beyond the swell,
    As sun upon the golden boughs                        And cursed the faithless ship that bore
          In Lorien the fair.                                   Him far from Nimrodel.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,                      Of old he was an Elven-king,
      And fair she was and free;                                A lord of tree and glen,
   And in the wind she went as light                      When golden were the boughs in spring
         As leaf of linden-tree.                                   In fair Lothlorien.

     Besides the falls of Nimrodel,                        From helm to sea they saw him leap,
        By water clear and cool,                               As arrow from the string,
     Her voice as falling silver fell                         And dive into the water deep,
         Into the shining pool.                                  As mew upon the wing.

 Where now she wanders none can tell,                        The wind was in his flowing hair,
       In sunlight or in shade;                                The foam about him shone;
   For lost of yore was Nimrodel                            Afar they saw him strong and fair
   And in the mountains strayed.                                  Go riding like a swan.

     The elven-ship in haven grey                         But from the West has come no word,
      Beneath the mountain-lee                                  And on the Hither Shore
     Awaited her for many a day                             No tidings Elven-folk have heard
       Beside the roaring sea.                                   Of Amroth evermore.

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

				
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