An Elven-maid there was of old A shining star by day Her mantle white was hemmed with gold Her shoes of silver-grey A star was bound upon her brow A light was on her hair As sun upon the golden bough In Lórien the fair Her hair was long, her limbs were white And fair she was and free And in the wind she went as light As leaf of linden-tree Beside the falls of Nimrodel By water clear and cool Her voice as falling silver fell Into the shining pool Where now she wanders none can tell In sunlight or in shade For lost of yore was Nimrodel And in the mountains strayed The Elven-ship in haven grey Beneath the mountain-lee Awaited her for many days Beside the roaring sea Amroth beheld the fading shore Now low beyond the swell And cursed the faithless ship that bore Him far from Nimrodel From helm to sea they saw him leap As arrow from the string And dive into the water deep As mew upon the wing The wind was in his flowing hair The foam about him shone Afar they saw him strong and fair Go riding like a swan But from the west has come no word And on the hither shore No tidings Elven-folk have ever heard Of Amroth evermore