Clad in a mantle of silver and blue Fair as the twilight's glow Her dark hair swaying in a sudden wind Starlike gems upon her brow Oh Tinúviel, are you a dream? Your eyes shine with elven-light, my Silmaril Oh Undómiel, your love is your doom Yet I will share my heart, for you till all is still Born to a line of immortal blood A bride to none but the King The light of Luthien shall not succumb to death Even when all the stars are dim