Her eyes once held the depths of eternity,
The oceans of the stars she held,
And danced in fen and under oak,
And sweetly fell the elven words she spoke.
Her hair was long and woven with jet,
A shadow of the eve,
And lithe her limbs, as she walked and sang,
And elven beauty with each word kindly rang.
And love found her, and so became,
A mortal king in truth,
And so hath this her long years slain,
And she no longer lies in youth.