Lady Arwen Evenstar,
Fairest of the Elven race
With tales of ages in your eyes,
But purest youth upon your face,
Why do you take this hidden doom
As kin and twilight you forsake?
You give your love to mortal man:
The choice of Luthien you make.
Now years have passed and joy is spent;
Your tears of parting fall.
How can you still refuse at last
Your people’s westward call?