My path has broken close at hand–
Two ways my feet might tread.
One road leads to a far-off land,
One to a green deathbed.
One ends in joy eternally,
One ends in sorrow grey.
One reaches o'er the Western Sea,
One stretches east away.
One I would travel by the side
Of him whose child I am.
One I would travel with a guide
From the rising race of Men.
One makes my family whole at last
But leaves my heart behind.
One makes me whole, but what a cost!
Will I e'er have peace of mind?
I cannot stop here, hesitant.
A choice I now must make.
I choose–and I will not relent–
The Firstborn to forsake.
I follow now that second way;
I'll turn back nevermore.
Farewell, farewell, ye ships of grey!
My home–this Eastern shore.