by J.R.R. Tolkien, taken from The Book of Lost Tales I: the extraordinary history of Middle-earth Edited by Christopher Tolkien. A Del Rey ® Book Published by The Ballantine Publishing Group. Copyright © 1983 by Frank Richard Williamson and Christopher Reuel Tolkien as Executors of the Estate of J.R.R. Tolkien.
Quote:
In the vales of Aryador
Bye the wooded inland shore
Green the lakeward bents and meads
Sloping down to murmurous reeds
That whisper in the dusk o'er Aryador:
‘Do you hear the many bells
Of the goats upon the fells
Where the valley tumbles downward toward the pine?
Do you hear the blue woods moan
When the Sun has gone alone
To hunt the mountain shadow in the pines?
She is lost among the hills
And the upland slowly fills
With the shadow folk that murmur in the fern;
And still there are bells
And the voices on the fells
While Eastward a few stars begin to burn.
Men are kindling tiny gleams
Far below by mountain-streams
Where they dwell among the beechwoods near the shore,
Watch the waning western light
And whisper to the wind of things of yore.
When the valley was unknown,
And the waters roared alone,
And the shadow-folk danced downward all the night,
When the Sun had fared abroad
Through great forests unexplored
And the woods were full of wandering beams of light.
Continued in.... "The Vales of Aryador" available in The Book of Lost Tales I.
(And that's all I may do of this one. Stay tuned for an additional poem, coming to this forum in the near future.) In the vales of Aryador
Bye the wooded inland shore
Green the lakeward bents and meads
Sloping down to murmurous reeds
That whisper in the dusk o'er Aryador:
‘Do you hear the many bells
Of the goats upon the fells
Where the valley tumbles downward toward the pine?
Do you hear the blue woods moan
When the Sun has gone alone
To hunt the mountain shadow in the pines?
She is lost among the hills
And the upland slowly fills
With the shadow folk that murmur in the fern;
And still there are bells
And the voices on the fells
While Eastward a few stars begin to burn.
Men are kindling tiny gleams
Far below by mountain-streams
Where they dwell among the beechwoods near the shore,
Watch the waning western light
And whisper to the wind of things of yore.
When the valley was unknown,
And the waters roared alone,
And the shadow-folk danced downward all the night,
When the Sun had fared abroad
Through great forests unexplored
And the woods were full of wandering beams of light.
Continued in.... "The Vales of Aryador" available in The Book of Lost Tales I.
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