Her skin as glimmering ivory white
Her raiment blue of shining hue
And glowing eyes like silver stars.
Like graceful lark spells she sang
Throughout the silent woods it rang
With dancing feet down hidden path
In the hidden land of Doriath.
Luthien was that maiden's name
Whom fear and evil could not tame
The white flowers about her sprang
As in joy she danced and sang.
In those woods her love she met
Her heart in his forever set.
Beren and Luthien
A child of Elves, a king of Men
A love that death could never part.