Namárië
Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,Long years numberless as the wings of trees!The long years have passed like swift draughtsOf the sweet mead in lofty hallsBeyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of VardaWherein the stars trembleIn the voice of her song, holy and queenly.Who now shall refill the cup for me?
For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the stars,From Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like cloudsAnd all paths are drowned deep in shadow;And out of a grey country darkness liesOn the foaming waves between us,And mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.Now lost, lost to those of the East is Valimar!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar!Maybe even thou shalt find it! Farewell!