This Muted Joy

(for Meneloth, who plays and sings)


The Hall is lit with warmth and gold
The gems are lit with flame,
What muted joy this woven peace,
All gathered in one name.
Around us lift the voices sweet,
Around us thrum the songs
That we have sung and we have kept
In hearts, our spirits long.
The harpists fingers move and play,
Notes crystalline and pure -
Her skirts, soft pool'd around the harp
Sea-green twixt fire's verdure;
The copper-maiden, bronze and green,
Gold-haired with eyes of sea,
Your notes are true unto your heart,
And may they ever be.

- Primula