I dreamt and longed for
I saw it mine,
Sound and fine,
Final gift,
One that even stone may lift,
Beacon of hope, I thought,
After the battle that I fought,
Goal and my desire,
Gently begged, as the old sire,
Alas, that was not be,
Not something all were to see.
Why does the Sun die?
Beyond the horizon, where marvel is said to lie,
Marvel and pearl beyond the waves,
We behold light that fades,
Across the western ends,
Where all mends,
We believe, told by tales,
Seas untainted, populated by whales,
I dreamt and longed for peace, on serenity keen,
Marble and stone, may they find rest, one day, without sin.
A passing monarch of Gondor entrusts his last words to his people.