Alalminórë
O ancient city on a leaguered hill!
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Of mighty ships too soon, too soon, to sail
To other days beyond these sunlit seas.
Narquelion
Alalminórë! Green heart of this Isle
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A wind in the grass! The turning of the year.
A shiver in the reeds beside the stream,
- A whisper in the trees – afar they hear,
+ A whisper in the trees - afar they hear,
Piercing the heart of summer’s tangled dream,
Chill music that a herald piper plays
Foreseeing winter and the leafless days.
The late flowers trembling on the ruined walls
Already stoop to hear that elven-flute.
- Through the wood’s sunny aisles and tree-propped halls
+ Through the wood’s sunny aisles and tree-propped
+ halls
Winding amid the green with clear cold note
Like a thin strand of silver glass remote.
And fall like dying birds among the meres. +
Hrívion
Alas! Kortirion, Queen of Elms, alas!
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You dance like shimmering shadows in the wind,
As once you danced upon the shining lawn
Of Elvenhome, before we were, before
- You crossed wide seas unto the mortal shore.
+ You crossed wide seas uno the mortal shore.
Now are your trees, old grey Kortirion,
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And silence. Here I too will dwell;
Kortirion, I will meet the winter here.
Mettanyë
I would not find the burning domes and sands
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The Folk Immortal under withered elms,
Alalminórë once in ancient realms.