The Hobbit's Poetry

Song for the Sea
by: JRR Tolkien


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”

"When the cold of winter comes
Starless night will cover day.
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain.

But in dreams
I can hear your name.
And in dreams
We will meet again.

When the seas and mountains fall
And we come to end of days.
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there.
We will go there
And back again.