Among the faded elanor - When Arwen had died
As the deep hue of the night did wan to dawn's chill day,
Held aloft I beheld her, yet she was sleeping still,
As if she would never wake, for life had lost its will.
And if I touched her with my hand
Would she reach out to this land,
Where music once was heard upon the air,
In what was the elven land, in Lorien the fair.
And so I left her, sleep in peace,
Queen of memories past,
With thy crown of starry hue,
Thee can rest at last.