Such lissom limbs no more shall run

on the green earth beneath the sun;

so fair a maid no more shall be

from dawn to dusk,from sun to sea.

Her robe was blue and summer skies,

but grey as evening were her eyes;

'tws sewn with golden lilies fair,

but dark as shadow was her hair.

Her feet were light as bird on wing,

her laughter lighter than the spring;

the slender willow,the bowing reed,

the fragrance of a flowering mead,

the light upon the leaves of trees,

the voice of water,more than these

her beatuy was and blissfullness;

her glory and her loveliness;

and her the king more dear did prize

than hand or heart or light of eyes.

They dwelt amid Beleriand,

while Elfin power yet held the land,

in the woven woods of Doriath:

few ever thither found the path;

few ever dared the forest-eaves

to pass,or stir the listening leaves

with tongue of hounds a-hunting fleet,

with horse,or horn,or mortal feet.

To North there lay the Land of Dread,

whence only evil pathways led

o'er hills of shadow bleak and cold

or Tur-na-Fuin's haunted hold,

where Deadly Nightshde lurked and lay

and never came or moon or day;

to South the wide earth unexplored;

to West the ncient Ocean roared,

unsailed and shoreless,wide and wild;

to East in peaks of blue were piled

in silence folded,mist-enfurled,

the mountains of the Outer World,

beyond the tangled woodland shade,

thorn and thicket,grove and glade,

whose brooding boughs with magic hung

were ancient when the world was young.

There Thingol in the Thousand Caves,

whose portals pale that river laves

Esglduin that firies call,

in many a tall and torchlit hall

a dark and hidden king did dwell,

lord of the forest and the fell;

and sharp his sword and high his helm,

the king of beech and oak and elm.

There Luthien the lissom maid

would dance in dell and grassy glde,

and music merrily,thin and clear,

went down the ways,more fair than ear

of mortl Men at feast hath heard,

and fairer than the song of bird.

When leaves were long and grass was green

then Dairon with his fingers lean,

as daylight melted sweetly made,

enchanted fluting,warbling wild,

for love of Tingol's elfin child.

There bow was bent and shaft ws sped,

the fallow deer as phantoms fled,

and horses proud with braided mane,

with shining bit and silver rein,

went fleeting by on moonlight night,

as swallows arrow-shift in flight;

a blowing and a sound of bells,

a hidden hunt in hollow dells.

There songs were made and things of gold,

and silver cups and jewels untold,

and the endless years of Faery Land

rolled ever far Beleriand,

until a day beneath the sun,

when many marvels were begun.