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An Elven-maid there was of old, emptyA shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, emptyHer shoes of silver-grey. A star was bound upon her brows, emptyA light was on her hair As sun upon the golden boughs emptyIn Lorien the fair.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white, emptyAnd fair she was and free; And in the wind she went as light emptyAs leaf of linden-tree.

Beside the falls of Nimrodel, emptyBy water clear and cool, Her voice as falling silver fell emptyInto the shining pool.

Where now she wanders none can tell, emptyIn sunlight or in shade; For lost of yore was Nimrodel emptyAnd in the mountains strayed.

The elven-ship in haven grey emptyBeneath the mountain-lee Awaited her for many a day emptyBeside the roaring sea.

A wind by night in Northern lands emptyArose, and loud it cried, And drove the ship from elven-strands emptyAcross the streaming tide.

When dawn came dim the land was lost, emptyThe mountains sinking grey Beyond the heaving waves that tossed emptyTheir plumes of blinding spray. Amroth beheld the fading shore emptyNow low beyond the swell, And cursed the faithless ship that bore emptyHim far from Nimrodel.

Of old he was an Elven-king, emptyA lord of tree and glen, When golden were the boughs in spring emptyIn fair Lothlorien.

From helm to sea they saw him leap, emptyAs arrow from the string, And dive into the water deep, emptyAs mew upon the wing.

The wind was in his flowing hair, emptyThe foam about him shone; Afar they saw him strong and fair emptyGo riding like a swan.

But from the West has come no word, emptyAnd on the Hither Shore No tidings Elven-folk have heard Of Amroth evermore.