Disclaimer: Tolkien fecit - Kortirion merely draws with crayons
We slept unknowing, cradled in oblivion.
Then, faint sounds of music brushed our sleeping senses,
Sound of water lapping on stone,
Flowing swift over rock in silver bright curtains.
Slowly we stirred from our slumber.
Oh the grandeur! Oh the joy of awakening!
Far above our heads this curving vault of darkness
Was furnished forth with multitudes of beauteous lights,
We were awe-struck by their glory.
Soon the music of the stars swelled to fill our minds
To light our eyes, delight our hearts.
How can we ever thank you, Varda star-kindler?
Bright Lady of the Night.