Oh would that I upon the deck of Vingilot did stand,
bathed in the light of the Silmaril given by Beren, One Hand.
To sail with Eärendil, Tuors son, the Blessed, and the Bright.
To call for aid from Aman's Valar and put Morgoth to flight.
To sail the skies, a rising star, for men to see from shore.
Sailing between Eä, and The Blessed Realm, Valinor.