Nectarine

Lyrics:

The leaves were long, the grass was green,
the hemlock-umbels tall and fair.
And in the glade a light was seen, of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there, to music of a pipe unseen.
The light of stars were in her hair, and in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountain cold, and lost he wandered under leaves.
And where the Elven-river rolled, he walked alone in sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves, and saw in wonder flowers gold,
upon her mantle and her sleeves and her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his wary feet, that over hills were doomed to roam.
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, and grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Trough woven woods in Elvenhome, she lightly fled on dancing feet,
and left him lonely, still to roam in the silent forest glistening.

He heard there oft the flying sound of feet as light as linden-leaves,
or music welling underground, in hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, and one by one with sighing sound,
whispering fell the beachen leaves, in the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far, the leaves of years were thickly strewn.
By light of moon and ray of star, and frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon, as on a hilltop high and far,
she danced and at her feet was strewn a mist of silver quavering.