An Elven-maid there was of old
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold
Her shoes of silver-grey
A star was bound upon her brows
A loght was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair
Her hair was long, her limbs were white
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree
Beside the falls of Nimrodel
By water clear and cool
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool
Where now she wanders none can tell
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed