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mark12_30 · 03-16-2004, 06:53 PM

In Mirkwood Forest there dwelt a sprite
Ealasaide whom they called lady Greenleaves
And ages spent she in moonlight bright
Lingering under leaves of linden trees

No darkness withstood her gaze
Nor could shadow remain where her footsteps passed
Near her birds sang and fawns did graze
And the stag bowed and followed on silvered grass

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Once Prince Greenleaf had been all her joy
Although long ago he sailed away
But silvered light fell on Greenwood fair
While yet Ealasaide lingered and tarried there

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Once Prince Greenleaf had been her delight
Deep was their joy while he tarried there
But he sailed long since from haven bright
While yet Ealasaide lingered in Greenwood fair

The seasons swept, and the ages changed
The dominion of men had arrived at last
But deep within the forest grey
Ealasaide lingered long on the silvered grass

She walks there still, so the harpers say
The black butterflies are the lament she sings
And deep within the forest grey
Is the shimmering silver her moonlight brings

Still near her the white stag stays
Though he leaps no more since his age is past
Birds sing and fawns softly graze
While her tears fall like dew on the silvered grass

03-16-2004, 06:53 PM	#33
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	In Mirkwood Forest there dwelt a sprite Ealasaide whom they called lady Greenleaves And ages spent she in moonlight bright Lingering under leaves of linden trees No darkness withstood her gaze Nor could shadow remain where her footsteps passed Near her birds sang and fawns did graze And the stag bowed and followed on silvered grass (cut Once Prince Greenleaf had been all her joy Although long ago he sailed away But silvered light fell on Greenwood fair While yet Ealasaide lingered and tarried there (replace with Once Prince Greenleaf had been her delight Deep was their joy while he tarried there But he sailed long since from haven bright While yet Ealasaide lingered in Greenwood fair The seasons swept, and the ages changed The dominion of men had arrived at last But deep within the forest grey Ealasaide lingered long on the silvered grass She walks there still, so the harpers say The black butterflies are the lament she sings And deep within the forest grey Is the shimmering silver her moonlight brings Still near her the white stag stays Though he leaps no more since his age is past Birds sing and fawns softly graze While her tears fall like dew on the silvered grass __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve. Last edited by mark12_30; 03-16-2004 at 08:22 PM.