I sang, and sang
Till I lost my voice.
If you don’t tell me that
you love me
I will never sing again.
The bargain I have made!
The heart of him I loved I wrung.
Not to do his pleasure,
Were there not the fear of Heaven’s King.
‘Twas a trifle
That wrung Curithir’s heart against me:
To him great was my gentleness.
A short while I was
In the company of Curithir:
Sweet was my intimacy with him.
The music of the forest
Would sing to me when with Curithir,
Together with the voice of the purple sea.
Nothing of all I have done
Should have wrung his heart against me!
Conceal it not!
He was my heart’s love,
Whatever else I might love.
A roaring flame
Has dissolved this heart of mine—
Without him for certain it cannot live.
REF: LIADIN AND CURITHIR (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/32030/32030-h/32030-h.htm)