Unknown Artist Brent Heighton Jazz Night Out painting

Unknown Artist Brent Heighton Jazz Night Out paintingGeorge Stubbs Horse Attacked by a Lion paintingUnknown Artist Wave Rider paintingJohannes Vermeer Young Woman with a Water Jug painting
white; a circlet of golden flowers was in her hair, and in her hand she held a harp, and she sang. Sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air:I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.There long the golden leaves have grown upon the boat as the Swan-ship drew alongside. The Lady ended her song and greeted them. `We have come to bid you our last farewell,' she said, `and to speed you with blessings from our land.'`Though you have been our guests,' said Celeborn, `you have not yet eaten with us, and we bid you, therefore, to a parting feast, here between the flowing waters that will bear you far from Lórien.'branching years,While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither ShoreAnd in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?Aragorn stayed his