Godward Ionian Dancing Girl

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Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinúviel! Tinúviel!He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening.One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came,And doom fell on Tinúviel That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair,The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering.Tinúviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise,About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering.he spoke again. ‘That is a song,' he said, 'in the mode that is called ann-thennath among the Elves, but is hard to render in our Common Speech, and this is but a rough echo of it. It tells of the meeting of Beren son of Barahir and Lúthien Tinúviel. Beren was a mortal man, but Lúthien was the daughter of Thingol, a King of Elves upon Middle-earth when the world was young
Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey,Through halls of iron and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless.The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more,And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless.Strider sighed and paused before