When the green leaves were long
And the long leaves green
There amidst a sweet song
She walked unseen
Soft in the clear twilight
Hanging in the gloaming
Creature of the starlight
And the nightingales are singing
Caught between the crimson sun dying
And the moon's silver first beams
Born as the night-breeze sighing
Ever walking the hours of dreams
Walking the hours of the gloaming
Silent as though borne on wing
Between inevitable and impossible thing
Fairest daughter of the Evening.
Arwen Undomiel.