When the ground was wet with dew And Tilion began to flee When black of night gave way to blue And Arien was once set free The lightest footsteps ever heard They rushed past, and light they blurred ♪ When brightest was the noonday sun And laughing ran the little stream When the morning's light was done And tired eyes slipped into dream Her heart was full, her face was bright She laughed at each and every sight ♪ When dark was stream and pale was moon And weary were the Edain When houses swelled with drowsy tune And blessed sleep found those within With open ears she listened long Her heart was filled with many a song ♪ Her arms were lithe and strong and free With meadow-flowers she wove her hair An elven-maid she seemed to be With radiant face so bright and fair Her spirit left and passed on From Dor-lomin she now is gone