The Queen of The Galadhrim

Moonlight streaks her fair hair,

On white finger of maiden fair,

rests a star's ancient glare.

Galadriel, Galadriel, where'st thou be?

Under eaves of silver tree.

The forest folk in her care remain,

while east and west spreads her unearthly fame.

Against the darkness, the white dame.

Galadriel, Galadriel, where'st thou be?

Under eaves of silver tree.

Ages long a queen she remained.

Upon a throne of silver reigned.

But in immortal breast, her heart was pained.

Galadriel, Galadriel, where'st thou be?

Under eaves of silver tree.

And now is gone the maiden of wisdom.

Abandoned is her glittering kingdom.

Silent and desolate, a vanished phantom.

Galadriel, Galadriel, where'st thou be?

Over the mountains across distant sea