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§f..§0§l Nimrodel§0
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§0An Elven-maid§0
§0there was of old,§0
§0A shining star by day.§0
§0
§0Her mantle white§0
§0was hemmed with gold,§0
§0Her shoes of silver-grey.
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§0A star was bound§0
§0upon her brows,§0
§0A light was on her hair§0
§0
§0As sun upon§0
§0the golden boughs§0
§0In Lorien the fair.
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§0Her hair was long,§0
§0her limbs were white,§0
§0And fair she was§0
§0and free;§0
§0
§0And in the wind§0
§0she went as light§0
§0As leaf of linden-tree.
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§0Beside the falls§0
§0of Nimrodel,§0
§0By water§0
§0clear and cool,§0
§0
§0Her voice as§0
§0falling silver fell§0
§0Into the shining pool.
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§0Where now§0
§0she wanders§0
§0none can tell,§0
§0In sunlight§0
§0or in shade;§0
§0
§0For lost of yore§0
§0was Nimrodel§0
§0And in the mountains§0
§0strayed.
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§0The elven-ships§0
§0in haven grey§0
§0Beneath the§0
§0mountain-lee§0
§0
§0Awaited her§0
§0for many a day§0
§0Beside the§0
§0roaring sea.
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§0A wind by night§0
§0in Northern lands§0
§0Arose, and§0
§0loud it cried,§0
§0
§0And drove the ship§0
§0from elven-strands§0
§0Across the§0
§0steaming tide.
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§0When dawn came dim§0
§0the land was lost,§0
§0The mountains§0
§0sinking grey§0
§0
§0Beyond the heaving waves that tossed§0
§0Their plumes of blinding spray.
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§0Amroth beheld§0
§0the fading shore§0
§0Now low beyond§0
§0the swell,§0
§0
§0And cursed§0
§0the faithless§0
§0ship that bore§0
§0Him far from Nimrodel.
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§0Of old he was§0
§0an Elven-king,§0
§0A lord of tree§0
§0and glen,§0
§0
§0When golden were§0
§0the boughs in spring§0
§0In fair Lothlorien.
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§0From helm to sea§0
§0they saw him leap,§0
§0As arrow from§0
§0the string,§0
§0
§0And dive into§0
§0the water deep,§0
§0As mew upon§0
§0the wing.
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§0The wind was in§0
§0his flowing hair,§0
§0The foam about§0
§0him shone;§0
§0
§0Afar they saw him§0
§0strong and fair§0
§0Go riding like a swan.
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§0But from the West§0
§0has come no word,§0
§0And on the§0
§0Hither Shore§0
§0
§0No tidings Elven-folk have heard§0
§0Of Amroth evermore.
