The Song Of Eärendil (part III)

A ship then new they built for him

Of mithril and of elven-glass

With shining prow; no shaven oar

Nor sail she bore on silver mast

The Silmaril as lantern light

And banner bright with living flame

To gleam thereon by Elbereth

Herself was set, who thither came

And wings immortal made for him

And laid on him undying doom

To sail the shoreless skies and come

Behind the Sun and light of Moon

From Evereven's lofty hills

Where softly silver fountains fall

His wings him bore, a wandering light

Beyond the mighty Mountain Wall

From World's End then he turned away

And yearned again to find afar

His home through shadows journeying

And burning as an island star

On high above the mists he came

A distant flame before the Sun

A wonder ere the waking dawn

Where grey the Norland waters run

And over Middle-earth he passed

And heard at last the weeping sore

Of women and of elven-maids

In Elder Days, in years of yore

But on him mighty doom was laid

Till Moon should fade, an orbéd star

To pass, and tarry never more

On Hither Shores where Mortals are

For ever still a herald on

An errand that should never rest

To bear his shining lamp afar

The Flammifer of Westernesse