Kor

<br>O fading town upon an island hill,<br>Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,<br>Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still;<br>Thy towers silent in the mist await their crumbling end<br>While through the storeyed elms<br>The gliding black water leaves these inland realms,<br>And slips between long meadows to the Sea,<br>Still bearing downward over murmurous falls<br>One day and then another to the Sea<br>And slowly thither many years have gone<br><br>All thy trees, Kortirion, were bent,<br>And shook with sudden whispering lament:<br>For passing were the days, and doomed the nights<br>When flittering ghost-moths danced round<br>tapers in the moveless air nighttime<br><br>And doomed already were the radiant dawns,<br>The odour and the noise of meads,<br>when all thy trees were bent,and shook with sudden whispering lament<br><br>And slowly thither many years have gone<br>since first the elves here built ancient, renowned Kortirion