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Lament for Boromir


LAMENT FOR BOROMIR

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 carne not from the empty lands where
no men are’.


Then Legolas sang:

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 Eram 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 banes
     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 carne not with the wailing gulls from the
     grey sea's mouth.'



Then Aragorn sang again:

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 toes
     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.'

THE TWO TOWERS

 

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