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J R R Tolkien - Fragment Of An Alliterative Lay Of Eärendel
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Lo! the flame of fire     and fierce hatred
engulfed Gondolin     and its glory fell,
its tapering towers     and its tall rooftops
were laid all low,     and its leaping fountains
made no music more     on the mount of Gwareth,
and its whitehewn walls     were whispering ash.
But Wade of the Helsings     wearyhearted
Túr the earthborn     was tried in battle
from the wrack and ruin     a remnant led
women and children     and wailing maidens
and wounded men     of the withered folk
down the path unproven    that pierced the hillside,
neath Tumladin he led them     to the leaguer of hills
that rose up rugged     as ranged pinnacles
to the north of the vale.     There the narrow way
of Cristhorn was cloven,     the Cleft of Eagles,
through the midmost mountains.     And more is told
in lays and in legend     and lore of others
of that weary way     of the wandering folk;
how the waifs of Gondolin     outwitted Melko,
vanish`d o`er the vale     and vanquished the hills,
how Glorfindel the golden      in the gap of the Eagles
battled with the Balrog     and both were slain:
one like flash of fire     from fangéd rock,
one like bolted thunder    black was smitten
to the dreadful deep     digged by Thornsir.
Of the thirst and hunger     of the thirty moons
when they sought for Sirion     and were sore bestead
by plague and peril;     of the Pools of Twilight
and Land of Willows;     when their lamentation
was heard in the halls     where the high Gods sate
veiled in Valinor    ..the Vanished Isles;
all this have others     in ancient stories
and songs unfolded,     but I say further
how their lot was lightened,     how they laid them down
in long grasses     of the Land of Willows.
There sun was softer,     ...the sweet breezes
and whispering winds,     there wells of slumber
and the dew enchanted
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