Firiel...

[morwen edhelwen]

It seems like she spent the whole day outside too... few minutes to humans is 24 hours for Elves. The time compression makes it dreamlike.

[mark12_30]

They call her Earth Maiden; she calls herself Earth's Daughter. But elves are tied to Ea more than men are, so i find that strange. Men escape beyond the circles of the world; elves remain within.

Another picky detail, but I interpret the "Jewelled hem" of her gown differently. I think it's the morning dew. The water was the road to the enchantment; kingfisher, willows, river, elves.

And the reason she has no jewels on the way home, is that the water (and the enchantment) has dried and gone. When she approached the river, she was entering into the enchantment, and the dew became like jewels; but as she turned back to earth, braided her hair, and donned her smock of russet brown, she rejoined the earth.

Sad.

THE LAST SHIP

Firiel looked out at three o'clock:
the grey night was going;
far away a golden cock
clear and shrill was crowing.
The trees were dark, and the dawn pale,
waking birds were cheeping,
a wind moved cool and frail
through dim leaves creeping.

She watched the gleam at window grow,
till the long light was shimmering
on land and leaf; on grass below
grey dew was glimmering.
Over the floor her white feet crept,
down the stair they twinkled,
through the grass they dancing stepped
all with dew besprinkled.

Her gown had jewels upon its hem,
as she ran down to the river,
and leaned upon a willow-stem,
and watched the water quiver.
A kingfisher plunged down like a stone
in a blue flash falling,
bending reeds were softly blown,
lily-leaves were sprawling.

A sudden music to her came,
as she stood there gleaming
with fair hair in the morning's flame
on her shoulders streaming.
Flutes were there, and harps were wrung,
and there was sound of singing,
like wind-voices keen and young
and far bells ringing.

A ship with golden beak and oar
and timbers white came gliding;
swans went sailing on before,
her tall prow guiding.
Fair folk out of Elvenland
in silver-grey were rowing,
and three with crowns she saw there stand
with bright hair flowing.

With harp in hand they sang their song
to the slow oars swinging;
'Green is the land the leaves are long,
and the birds are singing.
Many a day with dawn of gold
this earth will lighten,
many a flower will yet unfold,
ere the cornfields whiten.

'Then whither go ye, boatmen fair,
down the river gliding?
To twilight and to secret lair
in the great forest hiding?
To Northern isles and shores of stone
on strong swans flying,
by cold waves to dwell alone
with the white gulls crying?'

'Nay!' they answered. 'Far away
on the last road faring,
leaving western havens grey,
the seas of shadow daring,
we go back to Elvenhome,
where the White Tree is growing,
and the Star shines upon the foam
on the last shore flowing.

'To mortal fields say farewell,
Middle-earth forsaking!
In Elvenhome a clear bell
in the high tower is shaking.
Here grass fades and leaves fall,
and sun and moon wither,
and we have heard the far call
that bids us journey thither'.

The oars were stayed. They turned aside:
'Do you hear the call, Earth-maiden?
Firiel! Firiel!' they cried,
'Our ship is not full-laden.
One more only we may bear.
Come! For your days are speeding.
Come! Earth-maiden elven-fair,
our last call heeding.'

Firiel looked from the river-bank,
one step daring;
then deep in clay her feet sank,
and she halted staring.
Slowly the elven-ship went by
whispering through the water;
'I cannot come!' they heard her cry.
'I was born Earth's daughter!'

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.

-JRR TOLKIEN
"The Tolkien Reader"
C 1966

[mark12_30]

In complete contrast-- but notice how the water plays into this poem as well, and how the enchantments are described:

The Stolen Child
by W. B. Yeats


Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

[morwen edhelwen]

there was an implication in the poem that she died years later. Notice how she's not mentioned in the last stanza. I think the "earth's daughter" thing is a reference to origins. Humans originated on Earth; the Elves are from Valinor- no longer "part of Earth"- but separate from the visible world, and no human, hobbit, or non-Elf/Maia/Vala can go there without special permission. I read the original 1934 poem somewhere on theOneRing.net, which ends with her rejoining her family, parents, siblings, cousins etc, and its implied that she was only briefly tempted to leave.

[Galadriel55]

Originally Posted by morwen edhelwen

there was an implication in the poem that she died years later. Notice how she's not mentioned in the last stanza.

Since she's mortal she dies eventually. I think that the last stanza refers to the whole mortal world rather than her as an individual. And the "time leap" is a much longer leap than a lifespan of a human. "Never" - eternity. Firiel might have passed on, and her children and grandchildren etc, but one thing that stays the same is that the Elves (and whatever they symbolise in your eyes) forsook our world forever.

[morwen edhelwen]

Originally Posted by Galadriel55

Since she's mortal she dies eventually. I think that the last stanza refers to the whole mortal world rather than her as an individual. And the "time leap" is a much longer leap than a lifespan of a human. "Never" - eternity. Firiel might have passed on, and her children and grandchildren etc, but one thing that stays the same is that the Elves (and whatever they symbolise in your eyes) forsook our world forever.

Yeah, that fits... about the jewels on the dress and the water symbolising the enchantment.. does that mean that (whether literally or metaphorically) when Firiel stepped out near the water, her clothes were transformed into a jewelled dress?

[Galadriel55]

Originally Posted by morwen edhelwen

about the jewels on the dress and the water symbolising the enchantment.. does that mean that (whether literally or metaphorically) when Firiel stepped out near the water, her clothes were transformed into a jewelled dress?

I think Helen meant that there were no actual jewels at any point; there were dew drops. No transformations, just a metaphor-symbolism-thing-whatever.

I really like that interpretation. I wanted to rep that post, but apparently I have been picky lately.