Deep as the ocean was my beloved’s love
We walked through woodland stream, and
Lay under the shadows of spreading elms.
Under the stars were our vows made
And for an Age were we blest.
Our joy was torn by war.
Happiness vanished as morning mist.
My beloved led soldiers at the last Alliance
Of men and Elves. Far from me did he die,
And now my beloved walks the Halls of Mandos.
As I walk the tree covered hills,
My soul weeps. No more shall my beloved
Walk by me, or whisper my name on the wind.
The nights are long and cold, for I am alone, and
I wait to join my beloved again.