(©Joy Shannon 2025)</p>

The leaves were long the grass was green<br>
The hemlock was tall and fair<br>
In the glade she was seen<br>
He peered through the hemlock leaves<br>
To see she was dancing there<br>
To a music unseen</p>

He had walked alone and sorrowing<br>
Til he saw the light on her hair shimmering</p>

Tinuviel<br>
Tinuviel</p>

He sought her ever and she came again<br>
Her song was a sudden spring<br>
Like rising lark and falling rain<br>
He longed by her to dance and to sing<br>
He called her elvish name<br>
A spell his voice had laid</p>


In the silent forest listening<br>
She lay in his arms glistening</p>

Tinuviel<br>
Tinuviel</p>

Long was the way that fate them bore<br>
O’er stony mountains grey<br>
Through darkling door<br>
The sundering seas between them lay<br>
At last they met once more<br>
And passed away</p>

Tinuviel<br>
Tinuviel</p>

In woods of nightshade morrowless<br>
In the forest singing sorrowless</p>

Tinuviel<br>
Tinuviel</p>

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Featuring Leila Abdul Rauf.</p>