The Ages of the Men have come
Pushing away the long ago
Ignoring light of heaven's dome
Forgetting those that stood alone

First in the ancient night
Rejoicing in ethereal light
Wonder shining from bright eyes
The Elder People, the Elven-wise

But Darkness came and then it left
Leaving Elven-lords bereft
And finding now no rest
From the ocean's salty breath

Yet one may find still
On a silent woodland hill
A memory of that which was killed
The wandering, the fair, the Elven-kin

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