The Lost Poems of Beren by Archivist

Poem 4

A fleeting glance, a spark doth fly,
That lingereth long though stars may die,
A mem’ry woven ‘mongst the trees,
Where ev’ry leaf recalls thy breeze.

Quenya:

Elda lómë hildessë,
Cairë yëan vilya lúrë,
Calya tenna lómë sír,
Yenya calma [Unreadable].