A Song of Valinor -or- Lament for the Trees
December 4, 2002
When the sun’s first banners were unfurled
upon the margins of the World,
and pale the moon in silver shone
while through tall grasses wind was blown,
and stars in sparkling white would wield
their light throughout the sky’s broad field,
there sits beside the silent streams,
amidst the stones, one sits and dreams
about the Day before the days
when moon did shine and sun did blaze:
the Days when still yet bloomed the Trees;
the lands of Earth were filled with ease,
for not yet weary was the World,
before the mortal lights unfurled.
The elder tree Telperion
with silver light in dark green shone;
fair Laurelin with golden fruits,
sleek and shining luminous roots.
But perished they and darkness fell,
and now in mortal lands we dwell.
And so one sits beside the streams
lost within his Elvish dreams
remembering with sighing strain
the day when he did not know pain