In the Willow-Meads of Tasarinan

In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring
Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion!
And I said that was good
I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand
Ah! the light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir!
And I thought that was best
To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn
Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!
It was more than my desire
To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbеd in the Winter
Ah! the wind and thе whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thôn!
My voice went up and sang in the sky
And now all those lands lie under the wave
And I walk in Ambarona, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë
In my own land, in the country of Fangorn
Where the roots are long
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
In Tauremornalómë