XXVI. Song
Faeries must be in the woods
Or the satyrs' laughing broods-
Tritons in the summer sea,
Else how could the dead things be
Half so lovely as they are?
How could wealth of star on star
Dusted o'er the frosty night
Fill thy spirit with delight
And lead thee from this care of thine
Up among the dreams divine,
Were it not that each and all
Of them that walk the heavenly hall
Is in truth a happy isle,
Where eternal meadows smile,
And golden globes of fruit are seen
Twinkling through the orchards green;
Were the Other People go
On the bright sward to and fro?
Atoms dead could never thus
Stir the human heart of us
Unless the beauty that we see
The veil of endless beauty be,
Filled full of spirits that have trod
Far hence along the heavenly sod
And see the bright footprints of God.
~C.S. Lewis, Spirits in Bondage: A Cycle of Lyrics
(published 1919 under the pseudonym of Clive Hamilton).
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That's Ted Nasmith's "Luthien", by the way. I'm looking forward to seeing his illustrations of the Silmarillion!
That is one of my favorite Luthien pictures.
Mine too. Did you know he is going to be at ORC? Another reason to squeee.
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