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[00:09.02]An Elven-maid There was of Old,
[00:12.97]      A shining star by day:
[00:17.07]Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
[00:21.27]      Her shoes of sliver-grey.
[00:25.68]A star was bound upon Her brows,
[00:29.93]    A light was on Her hair
[00:34.09]As sun upon the golden boughs
[00:38.13]    In Lórien the fair.
[00:42.58]Her hair was long, Her limbs were white,
[00:46.73]     And fair she was and free;
[00:50.99]And in the wind she went as light
[00:55.08]     As leaf of linden-tree
[00:59.21]Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
[01:03.31]    By water clear and cool,
[01:07.40]Her voice as falling sliver fell
[01:11.65]    Into the shinning pool.
[01:24.64]Where Now she wanders none can tell,
[01:29.05]    In sunlight or in shade;
[01:33.29]For lost of yore was Nimrodel
[01:37.80]    And in the mountains strayed.
[01:50.76]The elven-ship in haven grey
[01:54.56]     Beneath the mountain-lee
[01:58.89]Awaited Her for many a day
[02:03.26]     Beside the roaring sea.
[02:07.65]A wind by night in Northern lands,
[02:11.33]     Arose, and loud it cried,
[02:15.33]And drove the ship from elven-strands
[02:19.59]     Across the streaming tide.
[02:23.70]When dawn came dim and the land  was lost,
[02:27.33]     The mountains sinking grey
[02:31.17]Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
[02:35.05]     Their plumes of blinding spray.
[02:47.94]Amorth behind the fading shore
[02:51.67]     Now low beyond the swell,
[02:55.90]And cures the faithless ship that bore
[02:59.44]     Him far from Nimrodel.
[03:03.63]Of old He was An elven-king,
[03:07.48]     A lord of tree and glen,
[03:11.63]When golden were the boughs in spring
[03:15.63]     In fair Lothlórien.
[03:20.10]From helm to sea the saw him leap,
[03:23.59]     As arrows from the string,
[03:27.61]And dive into the water deep,
[03:31.54]     As mew upon the wing.
[03:35.59]The wind was in his flowing hair,
[03:39.33]     The foam about him shone;
[03:43.38]Afar they saw him strong and fair
[03:47.24]     Go riding like a swan.
[03:59.73]But from West has come No word,
[04:04.03]     And on the Hither Shore
[04:08.18]No tidings Elven-folk have heard
[04:14.47]     Of Amroth evermore.