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The world was young, the mountains green, |
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No stain yet on the Moon was seen, |
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No words were laid on stream or stone |
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When Durin woke and walked alone. |
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He named the nameless hills and dells; |
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He drank from yet untasted wells; |
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He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, |
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And saw a crown of stars appear, |
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As gems upon a silver thread, |
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Above the shadow of his head. |
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The world was fair, the mountains tall, |
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In Elder Days before the fall |
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Of mighty kings in Nargothrond |
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And Gondolin, who now beyond |
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The Western Seas have passed away: |
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The world was fair in Durin's Day. |
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A king he was on carven throne |
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In many-pillared halls of stone |
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With golden roof and silver floor, |
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And runes of power upon the door. |
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The light of sun and star and moon |
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In shining lamps of crystal hewn |
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Undimmed by cloud or shade of night |
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There shone for ever fair and bright. |
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There hammer on the anvil smote, |
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There chisel clove, and graver wrote; |
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There forged was blade, and bound was hilt; |
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The delver mined, the mason built. |
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There beryl, pearl, and opal pale, |
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And metal wrought like fishes' mail, |
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Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, |
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And shining spears were laid in hoard. |
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Unwearied then were Durin's folk |
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Beneath the mountains music woke: |
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The harpers harped, the minstrels sang, |
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And at the gates the trumpets rang. |
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The world is grey, the mountains old, |
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The forge's fire is ashen-cold |
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No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: |
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The darkness dwells in Durin's halls |
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The shadow lies upon his tomb |
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In Moria, in Khazad-d?m. |
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But still the sunken stars appear |
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In dark and windless Mirrormere; |
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There lies his crown in water deep, |
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Till Durin wakes again from sleep. |