1. The Challenge of Fëanor
Jewels fine cut, metals wrought.
My skill renowned: worth naught
To thine appraising eyes, cool thought.
"A hair!" thou laughest, mocking-wise.
"The growing thing, source-severed, dies!
I am no stone in maiden guise
To shape and set and keep and prize.
"Sooner bid the stars to set
Or capture Treelight in a net
And put it in an amulet
Than bid me my despite forget."
Fair Pride, how mightst thou change thy song
If I, by art and labour long,
With nets no less than fire and tong,
Should bend my skill
to prove thee wrong?
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