In Mirkwood Forest there dwelt a sprite
Ealasaide whom they called lady Greenleaves
And ages spent she in moonlight bright
Lingering under leaves of linden trees
No darkness withstood her gaze
Nor could shadow remain where her footsteps passed
Near her birds sang and fawns did graze
And the stag bowed and followed on silvered grass
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Once Prince Greenleaf had been all her joy
Although long ago he sailed away
But silvered light fell on Greenwood fair
While yet Ealasaide lingered and tarried there
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Once Prince Greenleaf had been her delight
Deep was their joy while he tarried there
But he sailed long since from haven bright
While yet Ealasaide lingered in Greenwood fair
The seasons swept, and the ages changed
The dominion of men had arrived at last
But deep within the forest grey
Ealasaide lingered long on the silvered grass
She walks there still, so the harpers say
The black butterflies are the lament she sings
And deep within the forest grey
Is the shimmering silver her moonlight brings
Still near her the white stag stays
Though he leaps no more since his age is past
Birds sing and fawns softly graze
While her tears fall like dew on the silvered grass