At the shore

here once more

I am.

"Now come!"

the river

does whisper.



"Follow me

to the sea!

Open up your sails!

Hear the waves, their wails!

In your hair let dwell

a fresh and salty smell!"



My heart is full

when a seagull

squeals a cry:

"Sail, and try

to find the straight way

to Eldamar's bay!"



Now I say:

"'tis a fine day

a tree to take

of it to make

for Her at last

the tallest mast."