Lúthien
Beneath the fall
Of autumn leaves
Unspoiled by wars
And centuries
Asleep she lay
Upon the grass
'The fairest maid
In Elfinesse',
And dreamt among
The fading green
A deep and long
And weary dream
Of troubled times
An age to come
When foul will rise
And good succumb,
When much decline
And will be lost
Where true and vile
Paths are crossed,
Where brave are slain
And wise are gone
Yet hope remains
And lingers on...
Then lightly came
A sudden breeze
To ease her pain
And lift the dreams.
As warming gaze
Of autumn eves
Shed gentle rays
Upon the trees
And through a bough
Fell on her chest
She woke aglow
The shadow passed.
And on despair
No longer dwelled
The thoughts of fair
Tinúviel
For noble kings
Of future days
Will gaily sing
And boldly praise
The maid from whom
Their lines descend
And will endure
Until the end.
Of autumn leaves
Unspoiled by wars
And centuries
Asleep she lay
Upon the grass
'The fairest maid
In Elfinesse',
And dreamt among
The fading green
A deep and long
And weary dream
Of troubled times
An age to come
When foul will rise
And good succumb,
When much decline
And will be lost
Where true and vile
Paths are crossed,
Where brave are slain
And wise are gone
Yet hope remains
And lingers on...
Then lightly came
A sudden breeze
To ease her pain
And lift the dreams.
As warming gaze
Of autumn eves
Shed gentle rays
Upon the trees
And through a bough
Fell on her chest
She woke aglow
The shadow passed.
And on despair
No longer dwelled
The thoughts of fair
Tinúviel
For noble kings
Of future days
Will gaily sing
And boldly praise
The maid from whom
Their lines descend
And will endure
Until the end.
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