Bregalad's Lament by J. R. R. Tolkien
O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie! O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay! O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day, Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft! Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bare aloft! O rowan dead, upon your head your haif is dry and grey; Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and a day. O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!
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