Хелависа - The Song of Beren and Luthien
Em G A Em D C D Em
Em G
The leaves was long, the grass was green,
A Em D
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
C D G
And in the glade a light was seen
C D
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
H7 Em
Tinuviel was dancing there
D C
To music of a pipe unseen,
Em Hm
And light of stars was in her hair,
D Em
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
C D G
Enchantment
healed his weary feet
C D
That over
hills were doomed to roam;
G D
And forth he
hastened, strong and fleet,
C D Em
And grasped
at moonbeams glistening.
C D G
Through woven
woods in Elvenhome
C D
She lightly
fled on dancing feet,
G C
And left him
lonely still to roam
D Em
In the silent
forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter
passed, she came again
And her song
released the sudden spring,
Like rising
lark, and falling rain,
And melting
water bubbling.
He saw the
elven-flowers spring
About her
feet, and healed again
He longed by
her to dance and sing
Upon the
grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren
looked into her eyes
Within the
shadows of her hair,
The trembling
starlight of the skies
He saw the
mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the
elven-fair
Immortal
maiden elven-wise,
About him
cast her shadowy hair
And arms like
silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and gray,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
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