MITHRANDIR

Mithrandir! Mithrandir! O Pilgrim Grey!
From over the sundering sea you sailed,
Into our midst with lore and love –
Without thanks, without admire
Under your torn robes old and rough

Through fire and water you passed away
Bent and weary of the task on your way
But a flame unperished shines within,
From Valinor where the Valar dwells
And there your silver hair flies free.