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Galadriel’s Song of Eldamar

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 Ever-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 Lorien! The Winter comes,
The bare and leafless Day;

The leaves are falling in the stream,

The River flows away.

O Lorien! Too long I have dwelt
Upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown
Have twined the golden elanor.

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?

from The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkein

A personal comment: For most of the years of my youth, I re-read The Lord of the Rings trilogy every Autumn. And so, on a day such as this, as the golden and crimson leaves flutter down, my thoughts always return to Rivendell, the departure of the elves to the Grey Havens, and especially to Galadriel singing in Lothlórien.

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