In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring.
Ah! the sight and the smell of the spring in Nan-tasarion!
And I said that was good.
I wandered in the Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand.
Ah! the light and the music in the summer of the Seven rivers of Ossir!
And I thought that was best.
To the beaches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn,
Ah! the gold and the redand the sighing leaves in the
Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!
It was more than my desire.
To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in the Winter.
Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of
winter upon Orod-na-Th n!
My voice went up and sang in the sky.
And now all those lands lie under the wave,
And I walk in Ambar na, in Tauremorna, in Aldal m ,
In my own land, in the country of Fangorn,
where the roots are long,
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
In Tauremornal m .