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O! Undómiel!
In the gardens beneath the trees
Of lovely peaceful Imladris,
I walked alone and singing.
I sang of Lúthien Tinúviel,
Fairest daughter of Thingol,
And as the sun fell to twilight
I strayed into a dream.
For lo! Lúthien walked before me
Clad in blue and silver
With hair like a raven's wing,
And stars upon her brow!
Enchantment stayed my feet,
Which far and wide had yet to roam.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
I called you by that Elvish name,
And there you turned, smiling.
But nay, Tinúviel you were not,
But Undómiel, the Evenstar!
And like music your voice drifted,
Capturing me forever in your spell.
O! Undómiel, my Evenstar!
Arwen of Imladris, and Lórien the Fair!
Ever my heart is yours!
Ah, Undómiel…