Welcome back to the Daily Poem, a podcast from Goldberry Studios.

I'm Sean Johnson, and today is Monday, October 9th, 2020.

Today's poem is by J.R.R. Tolkien.

And it's called The Tale of Tenuvial, in short and form anyway, as told by Eragorn in the

Fellowship of the Ring. It's a little long, so I'll read it a little quickly,

offer a brief remark and then read it again.

The leaves were long, the grass was green, the hemlock umbles tall and fair, and in the glade a light was seen of stars in shadow shimmering, to Nuviel was dancing there to music of a pipe unseen, and light of stars was

in her hair and in her raiment glimmering. Their barren came from mountains cold,

and lost he wandered under leaves, and where the elven river rolled, he walked alone and sorrowing.

He peered between the hemlock leaves and saw in wonder flowers of

gold upon her mantle and her sleeves and her hair like shadow following. Enchantment healed his

weary feet that over hills were doomed to roam, and forth he hastened strong and fleet and grasped at

moonbeams glistening.

Through woven woods and elven home, she lightly fled on dancing feet and left him

lonely still to roam in the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sounds, a feet as light as linden leaves, or music welling

underground and hidden hollows

quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock sheaves, and one by one with sighing sound,

whispering fell the beech and leaves in the wintry woodland wavering. He sought her ever,

wandering far, where leaves of years were thickly strewn by light of moon and ray of star in frosty heavens shivering.

Her mantle glinted in the moon, as on a hilltop high and far, she danced and at her feet was strewn a mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,

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