The Nightingales sing in jealous notes that their songs cannot compare
To the beauty and voice of Melain and her songs that filled the air
A thousand years he was enchanted, motionless, looking at her loving gaze
Elwe, stood captured by her sound and loves first touch unto his dying days
Together in the woods of Nan Elmoth they lived under starlit, wheeling skies
Ne'er again did Elwe sail to the West for the light of the two trees 'twas ever in her eyes.