A lament of Arwen for Aragorn |
From the Shore “Estel, Estel!” …My Elessar, Enyare…“That Day,” arrives What pain it brings -- Yet it can haunt me no more. I am the people’s Evenstar Now enduring love’s loss – as you depart. Of this Age, they’ll surely sing, Not feel bereft forevermore. I cannot reach across from the shore. In raised voice then, I pierce the air...Ai! Yet, a hundred years back can be near. At Evendim’s long nights you swore Nev’r could your eyes be ’moved from mine. Despite dreams your mortal end’s inscribed. A gentle hand you laid ’cross my lips, “Let us speak no more of That Day to come. Give time its pace; let it, in us show… And love more – And love more!” Now That Day does come when Numenorean Can no longer seek, with me, that new shore. Men’s sorrowful song I’m now supplied. I’d be a bird alight, let me follow by your side – A brighter song may yet ’rouse your eyes – Could you’ve now seen those in Valinor? On a Westward tide, it’s the farther shore. Your Ranger’s heart I shall call oft to, Recount your days, Edain But not for me, these times...O’ Fellowship at end At Cerin Amroth I make my bed. My Elessar, My Love…. Elessar, melane meletyalda fean, indonya Unnecar ay nuruhuine. Eressea, mene caita Fir-alda-mea ne hresta. (Elessar, I love your mighty spirit, heart Undimmed by Death’s shadow. While I am shrouded, The trees die on the shore.) Ai! Ne hresta…ne hresta. (On shore…on the shore) That Day is come when Middle Earth Is seen no longer from the shore. Click this image for more http://members.aol.com/jillconway/lotrwp2.html |