White Tiger
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Location: The Historic City of Portsmouth, England
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I was reading through Tolkiens book of lost tales volume one when I came across a poem that I liked, so I'm going to put it up for you.
In the vales of Aryador
By the wooded inland shore
Green the lakeward bents and meads
Sloping down the 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 from the pines?
Do you hear the blue woods moan
When the Sun has gone alone
To hunt the mountain-shadowsin the pines?
She is lost amoung the hill
And the upland slowly fills
With shadow-folk that murmur in the fern;
And still there are the bells
Ans the voices on the fells
While Eastward a few stars begin to burn.
Men are kindling ting gleams
Far below by mountain streams
Where they dwell amoung the beechwoods near the shore,
But the great woods on the height
Warch the waining 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.
Then were voices in the fells
And the sound of ghostly bells
And the march of shadow-people o'er the height.
In the mountains by the shore
In forgotten Aryador
There was dancing and was ringing;
There were shadow-people singing
Ancient songs of olden god in Aryador.'
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01-22-2005 09:58 PM
