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No jewels bright her gown bore,
as she walked back from the meadow
under roof and dark door,
under the house-shadow.
She donned her smock of russet brown,
her long hair braided,
and to her work came stepping down.
Soon the sunlight faded.
Year still after year flows
down the Seven Rivers;
cloud passes, sunlight glows,
reed and willow quivers
at morn and eve, but never more
westward ships have waded
in mortal waters as before,
and their song has faded.
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That's incredibly sad! I nearly cried upon reading this part. They offered to take her and eveb though she may want it more than anything, she can't go because she's mortal. It's like her clothing and the world around her changes in her utter despair.