Letra de Kortirion Among the Trees
For passing where the days, my friend And doomed the nights, When flitting ghostmoths danced Round tapers in the moveless airAnd doomed already were, The radiant dawns, The odour and the noise of meads And all about is nightOne moment now may give us more Than fifty years of reason, Our minds shall drink of every pore The spirit of the seasonTo her fair works did nature link The human souls that through me ran And much it grieved my heart to think What I can make of manYou look around on Middle-Earth As if she for no purpose bore you, As if you were her first-born birth, And none had lived before youI sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away