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song of dwarrow delf
Song of Dwarrowdelf
By. Gimli son of Gloin.
The world was young, the mountains green
No stain yet on the moon was seen
No words were lain on stream or stone
When Durin woke, and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells
He drank from yet untaysted wells
He stooped and looked in mirrowmere
And saw a crown of stars appear.
As gems upon a silver thread
Above the shadow of his head
The world was fair, the mountains tall
In elder days before the fall
Oh mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin who now beyond
The western seas have passed away
The world was fair in Durins day
A king he was on a carven thrown.
In many pillared halls of stone.
With golden roof and silver floor
And runes of power on the door.
The light of sun, and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright
There hammer on the anvil smote
There chisel clover and graver wrote
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt
The delver mined, the mason built
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale
And metal wrought like fishes mail
Buckler and corset, axe and sword
And shining spears laid in hoard
Unwearied then were Durins folk
Beneath the mountains music woke
The harpers harped the minstrals sang
And at the gates the trumpets rang
The world was grey the mountains old
The forges fire ashen cold
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
Darkness dwells in Durins halls
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria and Khazad-dum
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless mirrormere
There lies his crown in water deep
Until Durin wakes again from sleep.
