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My Jewels Oh! Sweet jewels, works of my hands Naught is so fair in all the lands As the brilliant light of my jewels Gathered liquid into fair pools Oh Silmarils! Oh purest light! Oh, sole object of my delight! You burn with the fire of my soul; Without you I would be unwhole Your radiant beam is so sweet Without it I am incomplete You I will not let eyes defile Or be touched with hands vile Ah, sweet Silmarils! You are mine, And I alone shall see you shine May you ne’er depart from my sight And leave me in unending night ~~~ Author’s Note: This poem is in reference to Fëanor’s love and desire for the Silmarils. (Not Morgoth’s, as my friend assumed.) |
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