Elven Love Song

The Sun
The Splendid eye
Of all our heavens
Dives from the day, 
And Leaves
The dozing sky,
Spangled with fireflies,
Deepening in gray. 
Now Sleep,
Our oldest friend,
Lulls in the trees
And calls Us in. 
The Leaves
Give off cold fire,
They blaze into ash
At the end of the year.
And birds
Coast on the winds,
And wheel to the North
When Autumn ends. 
The day grows dark,
The seasons bare,
But we
Await the sun's
Green fire upon
The Trees. 
The wind
Dives through the days.
By season, by moon
Great kingdoms arise. 
The breath
Of firefly, of bird,
Of trees, of mankind
Fades in a word. 
Now Sleep,
Our oldest friend,
Lulls in the trees
And calls Us in. 
The Age, The thousand lives
Of men and their stories
Go to their graves. 
But we, 
The people long In poem and glory
Fade from the song.

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