Namarie Lothlorien

- Daisy Gold

A rophalic poem


I to the high talen ascend;
foliage curtains
burnished, fluttering.

O, to see lacy light;
sylvan lattice gleaming,
dreamland shimmering.

I so rue this night;
dreamy starlit mallorns
splendour decreasing.

I, as the moon edges
leaves silvery, remember
woodlands enchanting.

O, as day ends elven
voices sweetly praising;
Galadhrim raphsodies.

A so sad dawn waits;
Lorien laments arboreal
homelands forsakened.

I to the aged trees
softly whisper dolorous
farewells; Lothlorien.





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