When the elven stars first came

Rising o'er the world in flame

Then the Quendi fully woke

And first they saw and sang and spoke.

"El!" they cried, "Behold the sight

Of the starlight, glit'ring white!

Hearken to the tink'ling noise

Of flowing water's crystal voice!"

In great joy the Quendi sang

Till the rocks and mountains rang

Till the streams to laughter woke

And mighty trees in whispers spoke.

Arda fair neath starry skies

Spread before their wond'ring eyes.

Silver lay Cuivi¡§|nen,

more beautiful than thought of men.

Round it towered lofty heights,

Silent guards through silent nights,

Mist-enfolded, crowned with snow

reflecting starlight's crystal glow.

With soft breezes ripples stirred;

like a music without word

rivers laughing to it ran:

the Lake of Waking shining wan.

Fair the sighing starlit mere

of Cuivi¡§|nen the clear!

To those hallowed waters strayed

no evil thing, dark ghost or shade.

In the wide world shadow-things

flittered still on batlike wings.

But the Quendi noticed not

the monstrous beings that darkness wrought.

Thus the Speakers peaceful roamed

neath the heavens starry-domed

Wond'ring at all they discerned

While years unheeded swiftly turned.

'Twas an age of innocence,

When the hallowed radiance

of the Trees was veiled by night

and star-light filled the Star-folk's sight.

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Well? *takes deep breath* I've sorta combined by Elder Days poems into one. It works much better. Please, please comment!