Isilon Vendeninya Meldant

Ah! Setting moon slip not away so soon.              

Do not dim my lonely road.  Dark lies dale

Ahead; the pine-shadows silently loom

Wind-rustled arms to hide thy face so frail.

When over rim I saw thy silver eye

Emerge ever-sweet as my lover’s glance

I felt I beheld in thy mirror’s rise

Her simple smile when last we did dance.

Might now she see thee rising in the east

And know how I now yearn without breath

For her touch?  How if I had that at least

My heart would not quaver with wind-whipped death?

No, I see at last how empty thou art,

How the road west lies farther than far!


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