I Sit Upon the Stones Alone
- J.R.R. Tolkien
I sit upon the stones alone;
the fire is burning red,
the tower is tall, the mountains dark;
all living things are dead.
In western lands the sun may shine,
there flower and the tree in spring
is opening, is blossoming;
and there thefinches sing.
But here I sit alone and think
of days when grass was green,
and earth was brown, and I was young:
they might have never been.
For they are past, for ever lost,
and here the shadows lie
deep upon my heavy heart,
and hope and daylight die.
But still I sit and think of you;
I see you far away
Walking down the homely roads
on a bright and windy day.
It was merry then when I could run
to answer to your call,
could hear your voiceor take your hand;
but now the night must fall.
And now beyond the world I sit;
and know not where you lie!
O master dear, will you not hear
my voice before we die?

The Trees of Kortirion
科尔提力安之树,
“岁末我找不到那烈日焦灼下滚烫的穹顶与沙砾，
也找不到数九寒天的皑皑白雪，
我也不会寻找山峦阴翳中隐匿的土地，
彼地有民族失落久矣，
他们的居所无径可抵。我同样听不到这属世之王的高塔中，
那喧天的钟铃回响，犹如铁嘴铜舌。
这里的石块与树木中藏着咒语，
为铭刻在记忆中的伤损，
为更应被赞美歌颂的往昔，远胜过那些身外之物。
古老国度里曾有一个叫Alalminórë的地方，
枯萎凋败的榆树下，永生者在那里生活过。