Oh, Elbereth!
How greedily I wish to be inspired,
To breath the diamond dust inside of me,
To not have any words to speak,
But let the blessed poetry to glitter
Inside the drops of dew
That freshly cover would
The petals of my lips with silver garb.
And then my joy and praise shall flow!
Oh Elbereth, star-weaver, wind-carressed,
Accept my cry, beg, grace my path with light!
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