Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea.     He stood still enchanted, while the sweet syllables of the elvish song fell like clear jewels of blended word and melody.     And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!     His head was dark, crowned with sharp white stars that glittered in the black pools of the sky behind. But now rising and sailing up from the south, the great clouds advanced, sending out dark outriders into the starry fields. A sudden dread fell on the Company.