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In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars forever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

Kvenija
Tuilesse númes Anar nu
quít': ortar lotsi sí,
intyanye nén yand' acelu,
alinda lindoli.
Var colir lós ú fanyaron
cé ferni cúnane
olvassen éli Eldaron
ve míri lossie.

Caitanye mettas lendeva
nurtaina mornies,
mal támen ily' or mindon ná,
or ily' ór Meneles,
en! Anar ily' or lumbule,
ar Éli oiale.
Úvanye quet': "Ar tyélie",
élin: "Namárie".