By her window, silently gazing,
Sits a fair elven maid,
Looking out on starry heavens,
Knowing that her choice is made,
For hope , for love, her doom is laid.
Long she sits, gazing, gazing.
Wondering if she was right
to forsake a life immortal;
Would pain and grief be now her plight?
Yet darkest dreams must yield to light.
For his love she waits and longs for.
Fate has borne him far away.
Dim uncertain roads he travels
where shadows crush the light of day,
But over love does not hold sway.
So she sits and dreams of him,
sending thoughts of love his way.
Soft whispers of devotion
echo through the nights and days.
Yet, she never wavers, never strays.