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The leaves were long, the grass was green |
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The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, |
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And in the glade a light was seen |
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Of stars in shadow shimmering. |
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Tinuviel was dancing there |
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To music of a pipe unseen, |
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And light of stars was in her hair, |
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And in her rainment glimmering |
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There Beren came from mountains cold. |
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And lost he wandered under leaves, |
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And where the Elven-river rolled |
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He walked alone and sorrowing |
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He peered between the hemlock leaves |
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And saw in wonder flowers of gold |
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Upon her mantle and her sleeves |
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her hair like shadow following |
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Enchantment healed his weary feet |
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That over hills were doomed to roam |
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And forth he hastened strong and fleet |
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And gasped at moonbeams glistening |
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Through woven woods in Elvenhome |
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She lightly fled on dancing feet |
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And left him lonely to still to roam |
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In the silent forest listening |
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When winter passed she came again |
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And her song released the sudden spring |
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Like rising lark and falling rain |
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And melting water bubbling |
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He saw the elven-flowers spring |
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About her feet and healed again |
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He longed by her to dance and sing |
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Upon the grass untroubling |
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Long was the way that fate them bore |
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O'er stony mountains cold and grey |
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Through halls of iron and darking door |
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And woods of nightshade morrowless |
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The Sundering Seas between them lay |
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And yet at last they met once more |
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And long ago they passed away |
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In the forest singing sorrowless |
