Disclaimer: Tolkien invented the Grey Havens, not me. Duh!

This story is from the point of veiw of Sam, when he's going to (can you guess it?) the Grey Havens.

Going to the Grey Havens

I want to be with you and
Silver apples dropping from
tree by night
Gold apples by
morning
Sweet air with the seas of
dark
Disappearing stars by day on a clear blue sky.
I come to you, my master, my brother
On a Grey Ship.