On Eastern Shores - Lament of Arwen at the end of the Third Age

In the flames of the horizon
The last ship sails
And I stand here alone
Listening to the gulls wail
Not alone! for he is beside me
As I drown in the salt of my tears
And the ship has gone from here
Across the Sea that flows in flame

It calls
It beckons
I cannot leave his side
I am torn
I am broken
By the changing of the tide
White ship! where do you sail?
Would that I could follow you!
White ship! My people's voices call
I watch you become a speck in the blue
West, forever lost to me
Estel, hold on to me
Lest this grief become too hard to bear!

Moments of bliss worth more than years
Alone on the other shore
Though swiftly fall my raining tears
No! I ask for nothing more
One moment, or a fleeting mortal space
Then forever beyond world's chains
All I desire, all I ask indeed!
Forget the West, and turn from the Sea!

It calls
It beckons
I cannot leave his side
I am torn
I am broken
By the changing of the tide
White ship! where do you sail?
Would that I could follow you!
White ship! my people's voices call
I watch you become a speck in the blue
West, forever lost to me
Estel, hold on to me
Lest this grief become too hard to bear!

Yet one needs hope more than I
Why I remain on these dying shores -
My Estel! and I silence my cries
How could I abandon him here?
White gulls! Do not call me!
Do not tempt me with your song!
Rolling billows! Do not taunt me
With the thought of all I have given up!

It calls
It beckons
I cannot leave his side
I am torn
I am broken
By the changing of the tide
White ship! where do you sail?
Would that I could follow you!
White ship! My people's voices call
I watch you become a speck in the blue
West, forever lost to me
Estel, hold on to me
Lest this grief become too hard to bear!

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