Lúthien

Just the opening, because I realize that hardly anyone would have a copy of the 4000+ line poem.

A king there was in days of old:
ere Men yet walked upon the mould
his power was reared in cavern's shade,
his hand was over glen and glade.
His shields were shining as the moon,                     5
his lances keen of steel were hewn,                      
of silver grey his corona was wrought,
the starlight in his banners caught;
and silver thrilled his trumpets long
beneath the stars in challenge strong;                   10
enchantments did his realm enfold,
where might and glory, wealth untold,
he wielded from his ivory throne
in many-pillared halls of stone. 
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,                      15
and metal wrought like fishes' mail,
and gleaming spears were laid in hoard-
all these he had and loved them less
than a maiden once in Elfinesse;                         20
for fairies than are born to Men
a daughter had he, Lúthien.