Did sadness then so seldom seem
As real as a waking dream?
Illusions beore thy eyes did play,
So long ago, in ever day.

Why do thy tears softly fall
Into the silence of this hall?
Love is young, yet you are old,
To have forever, forever hold.

A memory is what you keep,
So why do thee so silent weep?
You knew what was, and what would be,
Yet you did not this torment see.

And smile again, as once your grace
Was kind and sweet, O elven race,
Beyond the Towers and the sea,
Please return, to comfort me.

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