Professional Documents
Culture Documents
J. R. R. Tolkin Music Bee
= 160
The world was young, the moun tains green, No stain yet on the
5
moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone, When Dur in woke and
9
walked a lone. He named the name less hills and dells; He drank from yet un
13
tast ed wells; He stooped and looked in Mir ror mere, and saw a crown of
2
17
stars ap pear, As gems up on a sil ver thread, A bove the sha dow
21
of his head. The world was fair, the moun tains tall, In El der Days be
25
fore the fall Of might y kings in Nar go thrond And Gon do lin, Who
29
now be yond The West ern Seas have passed a way: The world was fair in
33
Du rin's Day. A king he was on car ven throne In ma ny- pil lared
a tempo
3
37
halls of stone With gold en roof and sil ver floor, And runes of pow'r up
41
on the door. The light of sun and star and moon In shin ing lamps of
45
crys tal hewn Un dimmed by cloud or shade of night There shone for ev er
49
fair and bright, There ham mer on the an vil smote, There chis el clove, and
53
4
56
60
met al wrought like fish es' mail, Buck ler and cors let, axe and sword, And
64
shin ing spears were laid in hoard. Un wear ied then were Dur in's folk; Be
68
neath the moun tains mus ic woke: The harp ers harped, the
71
rit. a tempo
5
75
moun tains old, The forge 's fire is ash en- cold; No harp is wrung, no
79
ham mer falls: The dark ness dwells in Dur in's halls; The shad ow lies up
83
on his tomb In Mo ri a, in Khaz ad- dûm. But still the sunk en
87
stars ap pear In dark and wind less Mir ror mere; There lies his crown in
91
wat er deep. Till Dur in wakes a gain from sleep.
rit.