Poema compuesto por los elfos para recordar la dulce y trágica melancolía de los viejos y enigmáticos Ents, siempre en busca de esas Ent-mujeres que alguna vez perdieron... y ya no pueden encontrar. Comparto la versión en inglés por conservar mejor la rima y el ritmo. Ent : When spring unfolds the beechen-leaf and sap is in the bough, When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow, When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain air, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair! Entwife : When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade, When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid, When sun and shower upon the earth with fragrance fill the air, I'll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair! Ent : When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold, When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Co