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 brows,
A loght was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
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