The stars at night

Disappearing at dawn

Fading like a shadow

Into the memories

Like the early morning dew

Disturbed by the nightingale

Dancing upon the wet earth

Trailing silver mist shimmering

Elven flowers bloom in her wake

Creating a path

Towards endless forests

With now withering hemlock sheaves

Dance to the tune of the pipe unseen

Follow the mist and the spring

Tinuviel dances there

With Beren behind, following.