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07-31-2010, 02:23 AM | #1 |
Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion
Posts: 551
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Could someone translate this poem for me?
And that I said my limbs were old;
And that I said my blood was cold, And that my kindly fire was fled, And that my withered heart was dead, And that I might not sing of love? - How could I to the dearest theme That ever warmed a minstrel's dream, So foul, so false, a recreant prove! How could I name my love's very name, Nor wake my harp to notes of flame! Yes, I know I have posted this somewhere else, but I really need the translation in Quenya. Thank you! ETA, 2014: My goodness, I can't believe I actually made this sort of request. Either way, I apologise.
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