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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arravis" data-source="post: 2602927" data-attributes="member: 327">Yeah, I've been goolging the heck out of poetry... just haven't found quite what I'm looking for. I may go with the latest bastardization I have:Elven-maids there were, Shining stars by day: Their mantles white were hemmed with gold, Their shoes of silver-grey.Stars were bound upon their brows, Lights on their hair As sun upon the golden boughs In Semberholme the fair.Their hair was long, Their limbs were white, And fair they were and free; And in the wind they went as light As leaf of weirwood-tree.Beside the Falls of Erevan By water clear and cool, Their voices as falling silver fell Into the shining pool.Where now they wander none can tell, In sunlight or in shade; For lost of yore was Erevan’s homeAnd in the forests strayed.The scouts of SemberholmeBeneath the forest eavesAwaited them, and await them still,Besides the tearful Semberflow.But from them has come no word, And to their forest homeNo tidings Elven-folk have heard Of their cherished resplendent daughters.Day after day, day after dayWe found, nor breath, nor motionAs idle as a swaying leafUpon a painted forest.And we stand on our long watchWaiting for our lost beloved.</blockquote>