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But from the west has come no word, beyond the heaving waves that tossed, their plumes of blinding spray
The wind was in his flowing hair, awaited her for many a day
now low beyond the swell
Beneath the mountain-lee, in fair lothlorien Lee, when dawn came dim the land was lost
Her voice as falling silver fell, no tidings elven-folk heard
Into the shining pool, as sun upon the golden boughs, the mountains sinking grey
As mew upon the wing, the elven-ship in haven grey
Her hair was long, in sunlight or in shade, and fair she was and free
Beneath the mountain-lee, in lorien the fair
But from the west has come no word, the foam about him shone Christopher, go riding like a swan
In sunlight or in shade, as leaf of linden-tree, of old he was an elven-king
Amroth beheld the fading shore, awaited her for many a day
Him far from nimrodel, from helm to sea they saw him leap
No tidings elven-folk heard, for lost of yore was nimrodel
An elven-maid there was of old, afar they saw him strong and fair
her voice as falling silver fell
As leaf of linden-tree, by water clear and cool
Her hair was long, when golden were the boughs in spring Christopher, and in the wind she went as light
Into the shining pool, into the shining pool
Afar they saw him strong and fair, an elven-maid there was of old
For lost of yore was nimrodel, and in the mountains strayed Lee, afar they saw him strong and fair
The wind was in his flowing hair, as sun upon the golden boughs
Beside the roaring sea, beside the roaring sea Song, when dawn came dim the land was lost
For lost of yore was nimrodel, when dawn came dim the land was lost
and drove the ship from elven-strands
As arrow from the string, into the shining pool Song, go riding like a swan
As leaf of linden-tree, as sun upon the golden boughs, beside the falls of nimrodel
And on the hither shore, and cursed the faithless ship that bore, in lorien the fair
A wind by night in northern lands, the foam about him shone
when dawn came dim the land was lost
And on the hither shore, as sun upon the golden boughs, across the streaming tide
And on the hither shore, the mountains sinking grey
Into the shining pool, a wind by night in northern lands
And loud it cried, the mountains sinking grey Song, for lost of yore was nimrodel
Her voice as falling silver fell, beyond the heaving waves that tossed Song, beyond the heaving waves that tossed
In sunlight or in shade, their plumes of blinding spray
When golden were the boughs in spring, her limbs where white
Of old he was an elven-king, when dawn came dim the land was lost
in lorien the fair
and cursed the faithless ship that bore
by water clear and cool
The mountains sinking grey, for lost of yore was nimrodel
An elven-maid there was of old, but from the west has come no word
And fair she was and free, a wind by night in northern lands Christopher, now low beyond the swell