The air was neither night or a day,. But faintly dark with softest light. When first glimmered into sight. The Cottage of Lost Play. . You and me - we know that land.
The windy years have strewn down distant ways;. and in the halls still doth thy spirit sing. songs of old memory amid thy present tears,. or hope of days to come half sad with many fears..
And in the glade a light was seen. Of stars and shadows shimmering. Immortal maiden elven-wise.... Long was the way through iron halls and darkling doors.
Here many days once gently past me crept. in this dear town of old forgetfulness;. here all entwined in dreams once long i slept. and heard no echo of the world's distress.
We heard horns in hills ringing. The swords shining in South-kingdom. Steeds went striding to the Stoningland. As winds in morning. War was there.. . Drowning in dark waters, meres of Morthond.
How deep you long for death. now as your kingdom fades away. and the darkened thorns of sunlight. tremble through these frozen lands of doom. . Now as we are waiting in motherlike darkness.
here beside me, under endless howling winds. my dying race is wandering homewards,. led by an old man to shores. that don't exist,. just emptiness remains....
My star, I saw it high and far. At the parting of the ways. A light on the edge of the outer night. Like silver set ablaze. Where the round world plunges steeply down.
Cold be hand and heart and bone,. and cold be sleep under stone:. never more to wake on stony bed,. never, till the sun fails and the moon is dead.. .
My star, I saw it high and far. At the parting of the ways. A light on the edge of the outer night. Like silver set ablaze. Where the round world plunges steeply down.
How countless they congregate. O'er our tumultuous snow. Which flows in shapes as tall as trees. When wintry winds do blow. . Upon this star I fixed my eye.
Where forest stream went through the wood. And silent all the stens there stood. Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark. With mottled shadows on their bark.
O fading town upon an island hill,. Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,. Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still;. Thy towers silent in the mist await their crumbling end.
For passing where the days, my friend. and doomed the nights,. when flitting ghostmoths danced. round tapers in the moveless air. . And doomed already were,.
From ashes and fire be broken. A light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless shall again be king. . The world is grey, the mountains old.
Far over the misty mountains cold. To dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away ere break of day. To seek the pale enchanted gold. . The pines were roaring on the height.
There was dancing and was ringing. There were shadow-people singing. Ancient songs of olden gods. . Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,. Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still.
In Habbanan beneath the skies. Where all roads end however long. There is a sound of faint echoes. And distant echoes of a song,. For there men gather into rings.
Beneath the moon and under star. he wandered far from northern strands,. bewildered on enchanted ways. beyond the days of mortal lands.. Through evernight he back was borne.
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