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Kortirion among the Trees by J.R.R. Tolkien | '''Kortirion among the Trees''' is a poem by [[J.R.R. Tolkien]]. | ||
:''O fading town upon an inland hill'' | |||
:''Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate'' | |||
:''Thy robe is grey thine old heart now is still'' | |||
:''Thy towers silent in the mist await'' | |||
:''Their crumbling end while through the storeyed elms'' | |||
:''The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms'' | |||
:''And slips between long meadows to the Sea'' | |||
:''Still bearing downward over murmurous falls'' | |||
:''One day and then another to the Sea'' | |||
:''And slowly thither many years have gone'' | |||
:''Since first the Elves here built Kortirion'' | |||
:''O climbing town upon thy windy hill'' | |||
:''With winding streets and alleys shady-walled'' | |||
:''Where now untamed the peacocks pace in drill'' | |||
:''Majestic sapphirine and emerald'' | |||
:''Amid the girdle of this sleeping land'' | |||
:''Where silver falls the rain and gleaming stand'' | |||
:''The whispering host of old deep-rooted trees'' | |||
:''That cast long shadows in many a bygone noon'' | |||
:''And murmured many centuries in the breeze'' | |||
:''Thou art the city of the Land of Elms'' | |||
:''Alalminórë in the Fairy Realms'' | |||
:''Sing of thy trees Kortirion again'' | |||
:''The beech on hill the willow in the fen'' | |||
:''The rainy poplars and the frowning yews'' | |||
:''Within thine agéd courts that muse'' | |||
:''In sombre splendour all the day'' | |||
:''Until the twinkle of the early stars'' | |||
:''Comes glinting through their sable bars'' | |||
:''And the white moon climbing up the sky'' | |||
:''Looks down upon the ghosts of trees that die'' | |||
:''Slowly and silently from day to day'' | |||
:''O Lonely Isle here was thy citadel'' | |||
:''Ere bannered summer from his fortress fell'' | |||
:''Then full of music were thine elms'' | |||
:''Green was their armour green their helms'' | |||
:''The Lords and Kings of all thy trees'' | |||
:''Sing then of elms renowned Kortirion'' | |||
:''That under summer crowds their full sail on'' | |||
:''And shrouded stand like masts of verdurous ships'' | |||
:''A fleet of galleons that proudly slips'' | |||
:''Across long sunlit seas.'' | |||
:''Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle'' | |||
:''Where linger yet the Lonely Companies'' | |||
:''Still undespairing here they slowly file'' | |||
:''Along thy paths with solemn harmonies'' | |||
:''The holy people of an elder day'' | |||
:''Immortal Elves that singing fair and fey'' | |||
:''Of vanished things that were and could be yet'' | |||
:''Pass like a wind among the rustling trees'' | |||
:''A wave of bowing grass and we forget'' | |||
:''Their tender voices like wind-shaken bells'' | |||
:''Of flowers their gleaming hair like golden asphodels'' | |||
:''Once Spring was here with joy and all was fair'' | |||
:''Among the trees but Summer drowsing by the stream'' | |||
:''Heard trembling in her heart the secret player'' | |||
:''Pipe out beyond the tangle of her forest dream'' | |||
:''The long-drawn tune that elvish voices made'' | |||
:''Foreseeing Winter through the leafy glade'' | |||
:''The late flowers nodding on the ruined walls'' | |||
:''Then stooping heard afar that haunting flute'' | |||
:''Beyond the sunny aisles and tree-propped halls'' | |||
:''For thin and clear and cold the note'' | |||
:''As strand of silver glass remote'' | |||
:''Then all thy trees Kortirion were bent'' | |||
:''And shook with sudden whispering lament'' | |||
:''For passing were the days and doomed the nights'' | |||
:''When flitting ghost-moths danced as satellites'' | |||
:''Round tapers in the moveless air'' | |||
:''And doomed already were the radiant dawns | |||
:''The fingered sunlight drawn across the lawns'' | |||
:''The odour and the slumbrous noise of meads'' | |||
:''Where all the sorrel flowers and pluméd weeds'' | |||
:''Go down before the scyther’s share'' | |||
:''When cool October robed her dewy furze'' | |||
:''In netted sheen of gold-shot gossamers'' | |||
:''Then the wide-umbraged elms began to fail'' | |||
:''Their mourning multitude of leaves grew pale'' | |||
:''Seeing afar the icy spears'' | |||
:''Of Winter marching blue behind the sun'' | |||
:''Of bright All-Hallows. Then their hour was done'' | |||
:''And wanly borne on wings of amber pale'' | |||
:''They beat the wide airs of the fading vale'' | |||
:''And flew like birds across the misty meres'' | |||
:''This is the season dearest to the heart'' | |||
:''And time most fitting to the ancient town'' | |||
:''With waning musics sweet that slow depart'' | |||
:''Winding with echoed sadness faintly down'' | |||
:''The paths of stranded mist. O gentle time'' | |||
:''When the late mornings are begemmed with rime'' | |||
:''And early shadows fold the distant woods!'' | |||
:''The Elves go silent by their shining hair'' | |||
:''They cloak in twilight under secret hoods'' | |||
:''Of grey and filmy purple and long bands'' | |||
:''Of frosted starlight sewn by silver hands'' | |||
:''And oft they dance beneath the roofless sky'' | |||
:''When naked elms entwine in branching lace'' | |||
:''The Seven Stars and through the boughs the eye'' | |||
:''Stares golden-beaming in the round moon’s face'' | |||
:''O holy Elves and fair immortal Folk'' | |||
:''You sing then ancient songs that once awoke'' | |||
:''Under primeval stars before the Dawn'' | |||
:''You whirl then dancing with the eddying wind'' | |||
:''As once you danced upon the shimmering lawn'' | |||
:''In Elvenhome before we were before'' | |||
:''You crossed wide seas unto this mortal shore'' | |||
:''Now are thy trees old grey Kortirion'' | |||
:''Through pallid mists seen rising tall and wan'' | |||
:''Like vessels floating vague and drifting far'' | |||
:''Down opal seas beyond the shadowy bar'' | |||
:''Of cloudy ports forlorn'' | |||
:''Leaving behind for ever havens loud'' | |||
:''Wherein their crews a while held feasting proud'' | |||
:''And lordly ease they now like windy ghosts'' | |||
:''Are wafted by slow airs to windy coasts'' | |||
:''And the glimmering sadly down the tide are borne'' | |||
:''Bare are thy trees become Kortirion'' | |||
:''The rotted rainment from their bones is gone'' | |||
:''The seven candles of the Silver Wain'' | |||
:''Like lighted tapers in a darkened fane'' | |||
:''Now flare above the fallen year'' | |||
:''Through court and street now cold and empty lie'' | |||
:''And Elves dance seldom neath the barren sky'' | |||
:''Yet under the white moon there is a sound'' | |||
:''Of buried music still beneath the ground'' | |||
:''When winter comes I would meet winter here'' | |||
:''I would not seek the desert or red palaces'' | |||
:''Where reigns the sun nor tail to magic isles'' | |||
:''Nor climb the hoary mountains’ stony terraces'' | |||
:''And tolling faintly over windy miles'' | |||
:''To my heart calls no distant bell that rings'' | |||
:''In crowded cities of the Earthly Kings'' | |||
:''For here is heartsease still and deep content'' | |||
:''Though sadness haunt the Land of withered Elms'' | |||
:''And making music still in sweet lament'' | |||
:''The Elves here holy and immortal dwell'' | |||
:''And on the stones and trees there lies a spell.'' | |||
::— [[J.R.R. Tolkien]] |
Revision as of 16:30, 21 April 2006
Kortirion among the Trees is a poem by J.R.R. Tolkien.
- O fading town upon an inland hill
- Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate
- Thy robe is grey thine old heart now is still
- Thy towers silent in the mist await
- Their crumbling end while through the storeyed elms
- The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms
- And slips between long meadows to the Sea
- Still bearing downward over murmurous falls
- One day and then another to the Sea
- And slowly thither many years have gone
- Since first the Elves here built Kortirion
- O climbing town upon thy windy hill
- With winding streets and alleys shady-walled
- Where now untamed the peacocks pace in drill
- Majestic sapphirine and emerald
- Amid the girdle of this sleeping land
- Where silver falls the rain and gleaming stand
- The whispering host of old deep-rooted trees
- That cast long shadows in many a bygone noon
- And murmured many centuries in the breeze
- Thou art the city of the Land of Elms
- Alalminórë in the Fairy Realms
- Sing of thy trees Kortirion again
- The beech on hill the willow in the fen
- The rainy poplars and the frowning yews
- Within thine agéd courts that muse
- In sombre splendour all the day
- Until the twinkle of the early stars
- Comes glinting through their sable bars
- And the white moon climbing up the sky
- Looks down upon the ghosts of trees that die
- Slowly and silently from day to day
- O Lonely Isle here was thy citadel
- Ere bannered summer from his fortress fell
- Then full of music were thine elms
- Green was their armour green their helms
- The Lords and Kings of all thy trees
- Sing then of elms renowned Kortirion
- That under summer crowds their full sail on
- And shrouded stand like masts of verdurous ships
- A fleet of galleons that proudly slips
- Across long sunlit seas.
- Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle
- Where linger yet the Lonely Companies
- Still undespairing here they slowly file
- Along thy paths with solemn harmonies
- The holy people of an elder day
- Immortal Elves that singing fair and fey
- Of vanished things that were and could be yet
- Pass like a wind among the rustling trees
- A wave of bowing grass and we forget
- Their tender voices like wind-shaken bells
- Of flowers their gleaming hair like golden asphodels
- Once Spring was here with joy and all was fair
- Among the trees but Summer drowsing by the stream
- Heard trembling in her heart the secret player
- Pipe out beyond the tangle of her forest dream
- The long-drawn tune that elvish voices made
- Foreseeing Winter through the leafy glade
- The late flowers nodding on the ruined walls
- Then stooping heard afar that haunting flute
- Beyond the sunny aisles and tree-propped halls
- For thin and clear and cold the note
- As strand of silver glass remote
- Then all thy trees Kortirion were bent
- And shook with sudden whispering lament
- For passing were the days and doomed the nights
- When flitting ghost-moths danced as satellites
- Round tapers in the moveless air
- And doomed already were the radiant dawns
- The fingered sunlight drawn across the lawns
- The odour and the slumbrous noise of meads
- Where all the sorrel flowers and pluméd weeds
- Go down before the scyther’s share
- When cool October robed her dewy furze
- In netted sheen of gold-shot gossamers
- Then the wide-umbraged elms began to fail
- Their mourning multitude of leaves grew pale
- Seeing afar the icy spears
- Of Winter marching blue behind the sun
- Of bright All-Hallows. Then their hour was done
- And wanly borne on wings of amber pale
- They beat the wide airs of the fading vale
- And flew like birds across the misty meres
- This is the season dearest to the heart
- And time most fitting to the ancient town
- With waning musics sweet that slow depart
- Winding with echoed sadness faintly down
- The paths of stranded mist. O gentle time
- When the late mornings are begemmed with rime
- And early shadows fold the distant woods!
- The Elves go silent by their shining hair
- They cloak in twilight under secret hoods
- Of grey and filmy purple and long bands
- Of frosted starlight sewn by silver hands
- And oft they dance beneath the roofless sky
- When naked elms entwine in branching lace
- The Seven Stars and through the boughs the eye
- Stares golden-beaming in the round moon’s face
- O holy Elves and fair immortal Folk
- You sing then ancient songs that once awoke
- Under primeval stars before the Dawn
- You whirl then dancing with the eddying wind
- As once you danced upon the shimmering lawn
- In Elvenhome before we were before
- You crossed wide seas unto this mortal shore
- Now are thy trees old grey Kortirion
- Through pallid mists seen rising tall and wan
- Like vessels floating vague and drifting far
- Down opal seas beyond the shadowy bar
- Of cloudy ports forlorn
- Leaving behind for ever havens loud
- Wherein their crews a while held feasting proud
- And lordly ease they now like windy ghosts
- Are wafted by slow airs to windy coasts
- And the glimmering sadly down the tide are borne
- Bare are thy trees become Kortirion
- The rotted rainment from their bones is gone
- The seven candles of the Silver Wain
- Like lighted tapers in a darkened fane
- Now flare above the fallen year
- Through court and street now cold and empty lie
- And Elves dance seldom neath the barren sky
- Yet under the white moon there is a sound
- Of buried music still beneath the ground
- When winter comes I would meet winter here
- I would not seek the desert or red palaces
- Where reigns the sun nor tail to magic isles
- Nor climb the hoary mountains’ stony terraces
- And tolling faintly over windy miles
- To my heart calls no distant bell that rings
- In crowded cities of the Earthly Kings
- For here is heartsease still and deep content
- Though sadness haunt the Land of withered Elms
- And making music still in sweet lament
- The Elves here holy and immortal dwell
- And on the stones and trees there lies a spell.