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Through Rohan over fen and field where the
long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls
it goes.
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do
you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by
starlight?'
'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters
wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed
away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no
more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son
of Denethor.'
'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked
afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no
men are.
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies,
from the sandhills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the
gate it moans.
'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you
bring to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I
grieve.'
'Ask not of me where he doth dwell-so many bones
there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the
stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the
flowing Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind
sends to me!'
'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs
south,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the
grey sea's mouth.'
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and
past the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn
calls.
'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you
bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long
away.'
'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many
foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the
water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs
they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon
its breast.'
'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever
northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of
days.'
Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea!
West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver
Tree
Fell like bright rain in gardens of the Kings of
old.
O proud walls! White towers! O winged crown and
throne of gold!
O Gondor, Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver
Tree,
Or West Wind blow again between the Mountains and
the Sea?
Learn now the lore of Living Creatures!
First name the four, the free peoples:
Eldest of all, the elf-children;
Dwarf the delver, dark are his houses;
Ent the earthborn, old as mountains;
Man the mortal, master of horses:
Beaver the builder, buck the leaper,
Bear bee-hunter, boar the fighter;
Hound is hungry, hare is fearful...
Eagle in eyrie, ox in pasture,
Hart horn-crowned; hawk is swiftest
Swan the whitest, serpent coldest...
In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the
Spring.
Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion!
And I said that was good.
I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of
Ossiriand.
Ah! the light and the music in the Summer by the
Seven Rivers of Ossir!
And I thought that was best.
To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn.
Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing of
leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!
It was more than my desire.
To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion
I climbed in the Winter.
Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black
branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thon!
My voice went up and sang in the sky.
And now all those lands lie under the wave.
And I walk in Ambarona, in Tauremorna, in
Aldalome.
In my own land, in the country of Fangorn,
Where the roots are long,
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
In Tauremornalome.
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 shower and Sun 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! Come back to me, and say my land
is best!
ENTWIFE.
When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the
berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest
comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind
be in the West,
I'll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land
is best!
ENT.
When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and
wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour
the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the
bitter rain
I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come
to thee again!
ENTWIFE.
When Winter comes, and singing ends; when
darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and
labour past;
I'll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we
meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter
rain!
BOTH.
Together we will take the road that leads into
the West,
And far away will find a land where both our
hearts may rest.'
O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!
O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the
blossom lay!
O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day,
Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your
voice so cool and soft:
Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore
aloft!
O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and
grey;
Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for
ever and a day.
O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!
To Isengard! Though Isengard be ringed and barred
with doors of stone;
Though Isengard be strong and hard, as cold as
stone and bare as bone,
We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and
break the door;
For bole and bough are burning now, the furnace
roars - we go to war!
To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with roll of
drum, we come, we come;
To Isengard with doom we come!
With doom we come, with doom we come!
Where now are the Dunedain, Elessar, Elessar?
Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar?
Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth,
And the Grey Company ride from the North.
But dark is the path appointed for thee:
The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea.
Legolas Greenleaf long under tree
In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea!
If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,
Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more.
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the
horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright
hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red
fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall
corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like
a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the
hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood
burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea
returning?
In Dwimordene, in Lorien
Seldom have walked the feet of Men,
Few mortal eyes have seen the light
That lies there ever, long and bright.
Galadriel! Galadriel!
Clear is the water of your well;
White is the star in your white hand;
Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land
In Dwimordene, in Lorien
More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men.
Arise now, arise, Riders of Theoden!
Dire deeds awake, dark is it eastward.
Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded!
Forth Eorlingas!
Ere iron was found or tree was hewn,
When young was mountain under moon;
Ere ring was made, or wrought was woe,
It walked the forests long ago.
Ents the earthborn, old as mountains,
the wide-walkers, water drinking;
and hungry as hunters, the Hobbit children,
the laughing-folk, the little people,
Tall ships and tall kings
Three times three,
What brought they from the foundered land
Over the flowing sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one white tree.
The cold hard lands,
they bites our hands,
they gnaws our feet.
The rocks and stones
are like old bones
all bare of meat.
But stream and pool
is wet and cool:
so nice for feet!
And now we wish -
Alive without breath;
as cold as death;
never thirsting, ever drinking;
clad in mail, never clinking.
Drowns on dry land,
thinks an island
is a mountain;
thinks a fountain
is a puff of air.
So sleek, so fair!
What a joy to meet!
We only wish
to catch a fish,
so juicy-sweet!
Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house.
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass;
Trees crack as I pass.
With horns in my mouth
I walk in the South,
Flapping big ears.
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old, and tall.
If ever you'd met me
You wouldn't forget me.
If you never do,
You won't think I'm true;
But old Oliphaunt am I,
And I never lie.
Over the land there lies a long shadow,
westward reaching wings of darkness.
The Tower trembles; to the tombs of kings
doom approaches. The Dead awaken;
for the hour is come for the oathbreakers;
at the Stone of Erech they shall stand again
and hear there a horn in the hills ringing.
Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them
from the prey twilight, the forgotten people?
The heir of him to whom the oath they swore.
From the North shall he come, need shall drive
him:
he shall pass the Door to the Paths of the Dead.
From dark Dunharrow in the dim morning
with thane and captain rode Thengel's son:
to Edoras he came, the ancient halls
of the Mark-wardens mist-enshrouded;
golden timbers were in gloom mantled.
Farewell he bade to his free people,
hearth and high-seat, and the hallowed places,
where long he had feasted ere the light faded.
Forth rode the king, fear behind him,
fate before him. Fealty kept he;
oaths he had taken, all fulfilled them.
Forth rode Theoden. Five nights and days
east and onward rode the Eorlingas
through Folde and Fenmarch and the Firienwood,
six thousand spears to Sunlending,
Mundburg the mighty under Mindolluin,
Sea-kings' city in the South-kingdom
foe-beleaguered, fire-encircled.
Doom drove them on. Darkness took them,
Horse and horseman; hoofbeats afar
sank into silence: so the songs tell us.
Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!
We heard of the horns in the hills ringing,
the swords shining in the South-kingdom.
Steeds went striding to the Stoningland
as wind in the morning. War was kindled.
There Theoden fell, Thengling mighty,
to his golden halls and green pastures
in the Northern fields never returning,
high lord of the host. Harding and Guthlaf
Dunhere and Deorwine, doughty Grimbold,
Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred,
fought and fell there in a far country:
in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie
with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor.
Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea,
nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales
ever, to Arnach, to his own country
returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen,
Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters,
meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows.
Death in the morning and at day's ending
lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep
under grass in Gondor by the Great River.
Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,
red then it rolled, roaring water:
foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset;
as beacons mountains burned at evening;
red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.
When the black breath blows
and death's shadow grows
and all lights pass,
come athelas! come athelas!
Life to the dying
In the king's hand lying!
Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui
In the green fields of Lebennin!
Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the
Sea
The white lilies sway,
And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and
alfirin
In the green fields of Lebennin,
In the wind from the Sea!
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.
To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are
crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling.
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for
ever!
Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor,
for the Realm of Sauron is ended for ever,
and the Dark Tower is thrown down.
Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard,
for your watch hath not been in vain,
and the Black Gate is broken,
and your King hath passed through,
and he is victorious.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West,
for your King shall come again,
and he shall dwell among you
all the days of your life.
And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed,
and he shall plant it in the high places,
and the City shall be blessed.
Sing all ye people!
Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
over death, over dread, over doom lifted
out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
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