I used to long for light of moon and sun
When in Nan Elmoth’s dark and lonesome bow’r.
At last my father’s smithy I did shun,
And lis’t to mother’s tales of Golden flower.
Escaped at last from dark abode of night
I made my home in Gondolin the fair.
Bereft of parents, lonely, yet new light
Streamed in me when I saw thee sitting there.

O Idril! Eyes like misty drops of dew
And golden hair like strands of sunlight streams,
My soul is lost when thou art in my view,
And sleep or wake thou hauntest me in dreams.

One glance from thee doth still my beating heart.
When thou art mine then never shall we part.