Love Poem to Fimbrethil
Oh entmaid fair with limbs so green,
I still see you standing in the vale.
Even now as my memory grows less keen,
My vision of you stays hearty and hale.
I searched the lands both far and wide,
Searching for lovely entmaid fair.
But in valley low and mountainside,
All said they could not be sure where.
I know someday when all things pass,
this bitter longing will meet an end.
For then I’ll see my entish lass,
And our limbs will intertwine again.
But now deep in my self named wood,
I must attend to other things.
For yet we Ents may do much good,
while in our hearts the Entwives sing.