Come on, get to know me. I dare you.
The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king's return!
(I really hope there is no need to say which Professor I mean)
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king's return!
(I really hope there is no need to say which Professor I mean)
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25.04.2014 в 23:27Владыка прозрачных ключей,
Снова сядет на трон узорный
В древней стране своей.
Под арф золотые звоны
Он наденет высокий венец.
Эхо песен в резных колоннах
Огласит подземный дворец.
Деревья зелеными станут,
Трава прорастет под горой
Серебро потечет фонтаном,
А золото - рекой.
В глубоких, чистых озерах
Заблестит голубая вода...
Как вернется король подгорный -
Забудется беда!
))