The waves caress the sand shore,
Upon the girth of Alalminórë,
A boat to go where tears fall no more,
In Elvenhome on high.

Great Eagles fly over the open sea,
Contemplating what is to be,
To a mountain; they stop along the lee,
In Elvenhome on high.

Forests house a maiden fair,
With lips of love and eyes of care,
She sees the past and present 'ere,
In Elvenhome on high.
 
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