The Grey Havens – A Poem

by Jan 16, 2003Poetry

Tis time to leave
The sea is calling,
The ships await
My company stands.
The seagulls fly
O’erhead
Calling, calling me there.

I leave this land
Where the leaves are falling,
the light is waning
My people fading.
The Valar await,
The ships set sail.
I say farewell, farewell,
farewell.

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