1. Seeking the Jewel
to be worn upon the hand,
changing the hue of all else that may there linger.
I know some who own you well.
Beholding their joy, ever boundless, ever deathless as am I,
I find good cause to seek you out, and draw you in,
as a breath.
The patience of an Elf have I, for what is time to me?
But ah, when Night falls and pulls the cork from her flask of stars,
it is the glint of your facets that I long to find.
Come, glittering treasure! Ensnare my searching eyes!
The nightingale consoles me,
as I whisper for you into the darkness of the wood.
Sweet is her song to hear indeed,
though I listen only for the texture of your voice in my ear.
Love, I shall hold you gently one day,
and your sister, Desire, too shall be mine.
I would have you dance unto the breaking of the World;
to the changeful cadence of my unceasing heart.
Tho I yet hold you not near,
always shall I hold you high;
higher than sits Manwë in his tallest tower.
Higher still than The Mariner, sailing Varda's starry Sea.
Above a Moon's silver or Sun's gold;
above any Silmaril wonder.
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