Trees gilt with snowy pearls, Stars that glitter 'pon mists unfurled, Tall Elvenships that sail the edges of the world, A hill of green, a leafed tree, The starlit night, the cold grey sea, The words with which I lifted up the songs I've sung to thee, All such things had worth to me, Because behold, you, Startouched, for a time could be. - Myself, in lieu of some other gift.