You who fish at Irmo’s deep well
To net your fancies where visions dwell;
Do strive a while with me whose long
existence found its source in Song!Oh kings and smiths, who drank so deep
undeserv’d, of lore from Aulë’s keep;
Though your hammers skilled may be-
I’ve yet to see you surpass me!Dare a mortal match his art with mine?
Your craft is learned, and Thu’s divine!
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