Day is ended,
dim my eyes,
but journey long
before me lies.
Farewell, friends!
I hear the call.
The ship’s beside
the stony wall.
Foam is white
and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset
leads my way.
Foam is salt,
the wind is free;
I hear the rising
of the Sea.
Farewell, friends!
The sails are set,
the wind is east,
the moorings fret.
Shadows long
before me lie,
beneath the
ever-bending sky,
But islands lie
behind the Sun
that I shall raise
ere all is done;
Lands there are
to west of West,
where night is quiet
and sleep is rest.
Guided by the
Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost
harbour-bar
I’ll find the havens
fair and free,
and beaches of
the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship!
I seek the West,
and fields
and mountains
ever blest.
Farewell to
Middle-earth at last,
I see the Star
above your mast!