That day the wizard bade me serve you well,
To follow you where-e’er the way should go,
I went with joy to see where Elves might dwell,
Hard work I’d mind not to be honoured so.
But when the sorrows became plain to view,
That evil wrought for you in malice sheer,
I felt my soul forget all else but you,
To save my master, more than life now dear.
I think I never rightly understood,
How vast a spirit my kind master had.
I owe him all I have in life of good;
He grieved – but he left no one to be sad.
My life now holds but one last bliss in store –
To see your face and touch your hand once more.