歌词
An Elven-maid There was of Old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of sliver-grey.
A star was bound upon Her brows,
A light was on Her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair.
Her hair was long, Her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree
Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling sliver fell
Into the shinning pool.
Where Now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.
The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited Her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
A wind by night in Northern lands,
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.
When dawn came dim and the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.
Amorth behind the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cures the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.
Of old He was An elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlórien.
From helm to sea the saw him leap,
As arrows from the string,
And dive into the water deep,
As mew upon the wing.
The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.
But from West has come No word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
Of Amroth evermore.