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This is the first stanza of a poem Tolkien wrote in 1915. He revised it several times, but I like this version best and one of these days I'm going to put a tune to it :o) I love the mood of this piece of literature. (And yes, this is related to Middle-earth. In a very first draft the town Kortirion was supposed to be in Valinor - or something like that ^^)
Kortirion Among The Trees
O fading town upon a little hill,
Old memory is waning in thine ancient gates,
The robe gone gray, thine old heart almost still;
The castle only, frowning, ever waits
And ponders how among the towering elms
The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms
And slips between long meadows to the western sea –
Still bearing downward over murmurous falls
One year and then another to the sea;
And slowly thither have a many gone
Since first the fairies built Kortirion.
Kortirion Among The Trees
O fading town upon a little hill,
Old memory is waning in thine ancient gates,
The robe gone gray, thine old heart almost still;
The castle only, frowning, ever waits
And ponders how among the towering elms
The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms
And slips between long meadows to the western sea –
Still bearing downward over murmurous falls
One year and then another to the sea;
And slowly thither have a many gone
Since first the fairies built Kortirion.
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