Bregalad's Lament
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 bare aloft!O rowan dead, upon your head your haif is dry and grey;Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and a day.O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!