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