AlfiriN
Alfirin like to golden bells
On plains of fairest Lebennin
with many of its sisters dwells
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Alas, my heart, it draws me thither
away to yonder lands
when I behold thy tender blossoms
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when in the wind thou gently rustlest
methinks I hear a song of yore
once more my heart abounds with mirth
like to the joy when I beheld
the chimes of ValinoR
It shall be noted that some of the script was illegible and on the verge of crumbling to dust. We fear therefore, that not all lines of the poem could be saved.
Alfirin Glornelleniel
Am-laid Ed lindwain Lebennin
dortha gwa Nethenath Tín
nae! gûren-chín togoch nin Gwachae
Na-chaered palan-dorenath
ir-tíron Gwelyth mae-lín
ir-lhossoch bain min i sûl
Olthon lathan linn iaur
gûren ovra na lalaith
Sui-glass ir-tinnen
Nellen glórin Valinor
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