Still Bear Hope

Dying hopes in dying lands
Love, once so lovely, now wrought of stone
And although I do not understand
I will bear this burden on my own

Here I must dwell, in lands of dust
Till all has changed and passed away
Until the path of faith and trust
May lead me home at last one day

Grey ships are drifting, waiting for me
In my woven dreams of elven lore
My love is calling from oˇŻer the sea
But I may see his face no more

For the forgotten toll of golden bells
There lies my king, in halls of stone
I still remember, I who must dwell
And walk the world lost and alone

Alas! I am akin of Tinuviel-and I of her line
In the same fate of death have also a share
But some still keep faith; and I of this kind
Still bear hopeˇ­though I know not where

                                                     - Luthien Evenstar

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