The Black Harp

A Black Harp for the heroes
In Gondor of the kings
Like the lark at morning
Music in her wings.

A sound like flowing water
Or whispering Mirrormere
Or rolling rushing Anduin
Claiming brave Boromir.

From these strings was drawn the lay
Of Beren and of Luthien
And at the ending of the age
Of Arwen and of Aragorn.

Deep notes like hooves of horses
On Rohan’s battle plain
The golden hall of Meduseld
Will echo once again.

But last a keening sad lament
On notes both soft and bright
For friendship, courage, laughter, love,
And starlit Elven night.


Dedicated to Tuile and her black harp....

- Varda