कार्मेल #6 (a new series for 2025)

"The Unseen Star"

She walketh soft ‘neath moon and tree,

With eyes that shame the starrèd sea;

Yet knoweth not her heav’nly grace,

Nor light that dwelleth in her face.

The birds do hush when she doth pass,

The lilies bow amid the grass;

But she, unknowing, looketh down,

As though her worth were but a frown.

Her voice doth ring as silver chime,

More fair than harp in holy time;

Yet thinketh she it plain and low,

A whisper lost in winds that blow.

The sun itself with envy weeps,

To see the light her spirit keeps;

Yet mirror speaks no truth to her,

But shows what shadowed doubts confer.

Each kindly deed she humbly yields,

Like rain upon the thirsty fields;

But ne’er she sees her goodly name,

Nor claims the crown of quiet fame.

O maiden mild, lift up thine eyes—

Thou art a wonder ‘neath the skies;

Thy soul, a fire too bright to see,

Is beauty cloaked in modesty.

Lindëa ná nárelyassë lómi,
Mi silmë ar aldaron lómi;
Carnilossë órenyallo nórë,
Mal sanwë né mo ú-hlarë.

Aiwi quildar, lómë vanwa,
Indili lantanë mi salquë rana;
Mal nis, ú-sinte, cennë nún,
Sina nára-márë la fírë run.

Lindalërya ná tinwë calima,
Nánë vanyalië ve salmar aista;
Mal sanwë sina néa ar lóna,
Lírelë vanwa mi súrë óna.

Anar ilyë nallë mi naira,
Cennë cala ya fëassë carya;
Mal nírë né úquetë sá,
Nai lumbor equë úvë há.

Ilquen alya carmë antëa lómë,
Ve mistë mi nénquelië nómë;
Mal ú-cénë essenya mára,
Ú-melë raima calma hlára.

A, wendë melda, ortë hendelya—
Nalyë mírë nu menel arya;
Fëalyë, nárë laiqua ar calima,
Nai vanyalië mi hlónatíma.

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