You came towards me with steps so light,
So airy, that the wind has hide
With song of leafs their sweet approach
Until a step behind.
My glance I turned and light I’ve seen
Like that of stars but sweeter still
Your face of gilded silver shine
Like in night’s sky Isil.
Your scent was that of cold clear dew
In blooming glades beneath the yew,
At dawns of spring, when songs arise
Where mighty forests hide from view,
Your voice like silver song of flute
To old words high and fair tribute,
Your charm more strong than strongest wines
My heart its most unworthy loot,
Your name for fair and proud stands for
White lady from the distant shore
Your sight and song each day bounds me
To love you evermore..
(Naergon's tribute verse to Tyelalalmë's meeting of Meldaini in Celoslind story)
