O Gondolin, awaiting
Beneath night’s endless starry cloak
Thy marble lanes in reverent calm
bejeweled by beads and gems that
Glitter in the silver lantern light
Thy graceful trees in outstretched joy
Greet thee, unfurling perfect tiny leaves
Their gift, their art, to welcome the day
Behold! Night's ink-black sky transformed
before thee, O Hidden city! Thou art veiled
