O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay!O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day,Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft:Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft!O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey;Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever a day.O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!
-J.R.R. Tolkien
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