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Rebecca Summerstream
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Date Posted: 22:37:21 06/18/03 Wed
She looks around shyly and smiles as she signs** I'm learning to speak, and recently Kibah taught me to sing, although I can't hear myself. I hope you like these songs!** She clasps her white paws and breaks out into two slow, melodious songs.**
Kor
A sable hill, gigantic, rampart-crowned
Stands gazing out across an azure sea
Under an azure sky, on whose dark ground
Impearled as 'gainst a floor of porphyry
Gleam marble temples white, and dazzling halls;
And tawny shadows fingered long are made
In fretted bars upon their ivory walls
By massy trees rpck-rooted in the shade
Like stony chislled pillars of the vault
With shaft and capital of black basalt
There slow forgotten days forever reap
The silent shadows counting out rich hours;
And no voice stirs; and all the marble towers
White, hot and soundless, ever burn and sleep.
A song of Aryador
In the vales of Aryador
By the woodlands inland shore
Green the lakeward bents and meads
Sloping down to murmurous reeds
That whisper in the dusk o'er Aryador.
Do you hear the many bells
Of the goat upon the fells
Where the valley tumbles downward from the pines?
Do you hear the blue woods moan
When the sun has gone alone
To hunt the mountain-shadows in the pines?
She is lost among the hills
And the uplands slowly fills
With the shadow-folk that murmer in the fern;
And still there are the bells
And the voices on the fells
While Eastward a few stars begin to burn.
Men are kindling tiny gleams
Far below by mountain-streams
Where they dwell among the beechwoods near the shore,
But the great woods on the height
Watch the waning western light
And whisper to the wind of things of yore.
When the valley was unknown,
And the waters roared alone,
And the shadow-folk danced downward all night,
When the Sun had fared abroad
Through great forests unexplored
And the woods were full of wandering beams of light.
Then were voices on the fells
And a sound of ghostly bells
And a march of shadow-people o'er the height.
In the mountains by the shore
In forgotten Aryador
There was dancing and was ringing;
There were shadow-people singing
Ancient songs of olden gods* of Aryador
*These are not the true God that the songs speak of, and I do not believe in many gods, but that's just the way the song goes.
**She smiles at them** Did you like it?
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