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The Lament of Aredhel | |||||||||||
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The next poem I call the Lament of Aredhel for leaving the light of Gondolin. | |||||||||||
Oh Gondolin! How pale and fair! Refuge of strength, free from despair! What led me from thy sunny glades? Where once I danced on lawns unfading Thy towering pinnacles, glimmering light Thy everlasting towers, jeweled in white While quiet fell the flowing fountains In the shade of surrounding mountains. Glittering ivory, on a field of green, The light of which has never been seen On this fair earth, east of the Sea! From Exile now to you I flee. Oh land of blessedness, of shining towers, What led me from thy peaceful flowers? I long to see you after countless years For my days have passed with mournful tears. And in your light I will dance again And forget those years of untold pain. |