Song of Durins Awakening
|Song of Durin's Awakening|
- The world was young, the mountains green,
- No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
- No words were laid on stream or stone,
- When Durin woke and walked alone.
- He named the nameless hills and dells;
- He drank from yet untasted wells;
- He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
- And saw a crown of stars appear,
- As gems upon a silver thread,
- Above the shadow of his head.
- The world was fair, the mountains tall,
- In Elder Days before the fall
- Of mighty Kings in Nargothrond
- And Gondolin, who now beyond
- The Western Seas have passed away:
- The world was fair in Durin's Day.
- A king he was on carven throne
- In many-pillared halls of stone
- With golden roof and silver floor,
- And runes of power upon the door.
- The light of sun and star and moon
- In shining lamps of crystal hewn
- Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
- There shown forever far and bright.
- There hammer on the anvil smote,
- There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
- There forged was bladed and bound was hilt;
- The delver mined the mason built.
- There beryl, pearl, and opal pale
- And metel wrought like fishes' mail,
- Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
- And shining spears were laid in horde.
- Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
- Beneath the mountains music woke:
- The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
- And at the gates the trumpets rang.
- The world is grey, the mountains old,
- The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
- No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
- The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
- The shadow lies upon his tomb
- In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
- But still the sunken stars appear
- In dark and windless Mirrormere;
- There lies his crown in water deep,
- Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
|Lord of the Rings, sung by Gimli|