‘I lindë Onyato’ ‘the Song of Ents’
Írë tuilë panta neldorya lassë,
Ar sára ná olbassë;
Íre cala ná taurëa celumenna,
Ar súrë hencúnenna;
Íre vanta anda ar súya núra,
Ar laica orontya vista;
Attulat ninna!
Attulat ninna ar á queta nórenya ná vanya!When Spring opens beechen leaf,
And juice is branch-in;
When light is wood stream-on,
And wind [is] brow-on;
When walk [is] long and breath deep,
And keen mountain air;
Come back to me!
Come back to me and say my land is fair!
(via entism)




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