The Lord of the Rings : Farewell to Lórien

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew. Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea, And by the Strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree. Beneath the stars of Evere-eve in Eldamar it shone, In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion. There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years, While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven tears. O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day ; The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away. O Lórien ! too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore And in a fading crown have twined the golden Eleanor. But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me, What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (1892-1973)

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