O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie! <br />O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay! <br />O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day, <br />Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft! <br />Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bare aloft! <br />O rowan dead, upon your head your haif is dry and grey; <br />Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and a day. <br />O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!<br /><br />John Ronald Reuel Tolkien<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bregalad-s-lament/
