Galadriel, the Lady of the Woods
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold,
emptyand leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came
emptyand in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon,
emptythe foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin
emptythere grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve
emptyin Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls
emptyof Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown
emptyupon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas
emptynow fall the Elven-tears.
O Lorien! The Winter comes,
emptythe bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream,
emptythe River flows away.
O Lorien! Too long I have dwelt
emptyupon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined
emptythe golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing,
emptywhat ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back
emptyacross so wide a Sea?
The Lord of the Rings
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