All Ye Joyful

Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together!
The wind's in the tree-top, the wind's in the heather;
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of night in her tower.

Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.

Sigh no more pine, till the wind of the morn!
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Hush! Hush! Oak, ash and thorn!
Hushed by all water, till dawn is at hand!

by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

Comments (4)

Happy poems make you happy- joyful. I enjoyed the poem and the comments- Who added and corrected Glittered and framed more!
The missing verse is (as far as I remember) : Sing ye all softly, now dreams let us weave him Wind him in slumber and there let us leave him the wanderer sleepest, now soft be his pillow Lullabye, lullabye alder and willow
yes sara, i'm pretty sure myself...
i think a verse of this is missing...