Farewell to Lorien

O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
JRRT "Lord of the Rings"

The silver Sun above the golden leaves
Yet hasn't grown dim in smog of years.
A squall of Time didn't freeze the green,
Waves of the River were still fresh and clear.

I wish to find a path to magic places,
Feel with my heart the restful sunny gleam,
For ever watch Her spectral fleeting trace,
That disappears like a fragile dream.

But now there is just an inky stream,
An arctic blackness of the winter nights,
A frozen emerald of river ice,

Which - of a sudden - keeps a branch of leaves
Of gold, that for the summer wind did sing,
But now dead in icy shimmering.