Old Mornings Dawn

Ilu vanya, fanya, eari, i-mar, ar ilqa ímen. Nan úye sére indo-ninya símen, ullume; ten sí ye tyelma, yéva tyel ar i narqelion, íre ilqa yéva nótina, hostainiéva, yallume: ananta úva táre fárea, ufárea! (The world is fair, the sky, the seas, the earth, and all that is in them. But my heart resteth not here for ever, for here is ending, and there will be an end and the fading, when all is counted, and all numbered at last, but yet it will not be enough, not enough)

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Beneath the moon and under star he wandered far from northern strands, bewildered on enchanted ways beyond the days of mortal lands. Through evernight he back was borne on black and roaring waves that ran o'er leagues unlit and foundered shores that drownded before the days began. His sword of steel was valiant, of adamant his helmet tall, an eagle-plume upon his crest, upon his breast an emerald.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

The windy years have strewn down distant ways; and in the halls still doth thy spirit sing songs of old memory amid thy present tears, or hope of days to come half sad with many fears. Though along thy paths no longer runs while war untimely takes thy many sons, no tide of treason can thy glory drown robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown. I am the blood! Old mornings dawn, I am not the light you see, but only that which is falling on me. The misty stars thy crown, the night thy dress, most peerless magical thou dost possess my heart, and old days come to life again, old mornings dawn...

While, I, look at the moon ... alone I look out under moonlight From in my windy tower ... from in my white and windy tower Ye bide no moment and await no hour, But go with solemn song and harpers tune Through the darkest night ... through darkest night and shadow seashores To the distant trees, the trees that brought the light to valar Whose fruit and flower are the moon and sun, Where light of earth is ended and begun. Here only comes at whiles a wind to blow Returning now down .... down the way ye go, With perfume place, and places of unearthly trees ... of unearthly trees Here only long ... afar through window pane I glimpse the sound of the golden rain that falls now down ... for ever on the outer seas ... on the outer seas. Ir in-elenath gwennin I 'îl thinna, i amar ú-dhartha Am man darthon, a linnon Nu galad hen fireb? (When the starry host has departed The star fades, the world does not wait Why do I linger and sing Under this fading mortal light?)

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

When winter winds are piercing chill, and through the hawthorn blows the gale, with solemn feet I tread the peak, that overbrows the mountains vale. Redhorn; my doom! Where twisted round the barren oak, the winter vine in beauty clung, and howling winds the stillness broke, the crystal icicle is hung. Redhorn; my doom! But still wild music is abroad, pale, desert woods! within your crowd; and gathering winds, in hoarse accord, amid the vocal reeds pipe loud. High upon the land, on the highest (mountain) peak I hear (the echoes of) the world profound.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Here many days once gently past me crept in this dear town of old forgetfulness; here all entwined in dreams once long I slept and heard no echo of the world's distress For here the castle and the mighty tower, more grey and dim than long cold autumn rain, sleep, nor sunlit moment nor triumphal hour, wakes their old lords too long in slumber lain. Like moments clustered in a crowded year, today's great sadness, or tomorrow's fear; faint echoes fade within their drowsy halls like ghost; the daylight creeps across their walls.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

The wandering fire .... the fire woodlands filling; in glades for ever green it glows, In dells immortal immortal dew distilling The flower that in secret fragrance grows. Uncounted leagues away it lies from here, And foam there flowers ... there flowers upon the sea By cliffs of crystal ... of crystal carven clear On shining beaches ... beaches blowing free. Through the gleaming ... vales its singing going, Were breathing keen on bent and briar The wind beyond ... beyond the world's end blowing To living flame the wandering fire. Uncounted leagues away it lies from here, And foam there flowers ... there flowers upon the sea By cliffs of crystal ... of crystal carven clear On shining beaches ... beaches blowing free. The wandering fire .... the fire with tongues of flame With light there ... there kindles quick and clear The land forgotten ... of long forgotten name: No man may ever may ever anchor near

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Heard you the sound ... the sound of the muffled drum And all the trumpets mournful blast They tell that the time ... that the combatant's time has come to all his dreams of glory past Sealed till the last ... the last deep trumpet shake, The earth with all its awful sound Then shall the dead ... the dead arousing, wake, While even nature sinks around! The mother weeps ... she weeps her beloved son, Who was her hope her joy her pride He was the one ... the widows only one For him she surely would have died Her pilgrimage is nearly past, her every earthly woe, like the ancient tree that falls at last when wintry tempests blow What marvel that she wildly cries For the grave its prey to yield? oh what avail are tears or sighs his earthly doom is seald. Don't grieve for me I'm not there I am the gentle autumn rain Hold up my lamp to light your way Farewell to thee

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025