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tutto era immerso in una luce verde e oro pallido

Quella notte non udirono alcun rumore. Soltanto Frodo sentì, non sapeva se in sogno o no, fluire armoniosamente un dolce canto: sembrava una fioca luce dietro una grigia tenda di pioggia, una luce che diventava sempre più forte e intensa, fino a trasformare tutto il velo in una coltre di vetro e d’argento.…

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noi non la dimenticheremo mai!

Mentre mangiavano, Tom tornò sul tumulo a esaminare i tesori. Riunì la maggior parte in un mucchio che brillava e luccicava sull’erba al sole. Comandò loro di restare lì, «liberi d’esser presi da chiunque, bestie, uccelli, Uomini o Elfi, e ogni gentile creatura»: questo era infatti il modo per rompere l’incantesimo del Tumulo e allontanare per sempre i freddi e tetri Spettri.

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An elf alone Dancing as before

So still on her own

An elf alone

Dancing as before

With pearls in hair

And kirtle fair

And slippers frail

Of fishes’ mail went Mee:

Of fishes’ mail

And slippers frail

And kirtle fair

With pearls in hair went Shee!

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No one could tell Nor learn in spell

Only their feet

Could ever meet;

For where the ways might lie

To find a land

Where they do not stand

But hang down in the sky

No one could tell

Nor learn in spell

In all the elven-lore.

{J. R.

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Only their feet Could ever meet

Only their feet

Could ever meet;

For where the ways might lie

To find a land

Where they do not stand

But hang down in the sky

No one could tell

Nor learn in spell

In all the elven-lore.

{J. R.

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Shee was as light

As Mee, and as bright;

But Shee was, strange to tell,

Hanging down

With starry crown

Into a bottomless well!

Her gleaming eyes

In great surprise

Looked up to the eyes of Mee:

A marvellous thing,

Head-down to swing

Above a starry sea!

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Flashed as she went by

She walked by day

Under mantle grey

And hood of clouded blue;

But she went by night

All glittering bright

Under the starlit sky,

And her slippers frail

Of fishes’ mail

Flashed as she went by

To her dancing-pool,

And on mirror cool

Of windless water played

As a mist of light

In whirling flight

A glint like glass she made

Wherever her feet

Of silver fleet

Flicked the dancing-floor.

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Lovely was she

As in elven-song is told:

She had pearls in hair

All threaded fair;

Of gossamer shot with gold

Was her kerchief made,

And a silver braid

Of stars about her throat.

Of moth-web light

All moonlit-white

She wore a woven coat,

And round her kirtle

Was bound a girdle

Sewn with diamond dew.

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start again bis gondola

In derring-do and glamoury

he had forgot them, journeying

and tourneying, a wanderer.

So now he must depart again

and start again bis gondola,

for ever still a messenger,

a passenger, a tarrier,

a-roving as a feather does,

a weather-driven mariner.

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He tarried for a little while

in little isles that lonely lay,

and found there naught but blowing grass;

and so at last the only way

he took, and turned, and coming home

with honeycomb, to memory

his message came, and errand too!

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