A Song to Elbereth

We who woke with child eyes
Beside the water’s silent rim
Felt first the grace of your soft sighs
Mirrored on our quiet limbs.
We saw your breath across the sky,
On the trees in crowning wreaths,
And caught it in our silver snares
As gems falling from hanging eaves.
We wove your breath throughout our hymns
And sang with joy of falling leaves;
They were not then our sign of grief.
But our minds now ever flee
Down the rivers to the sea.
All rivers flow down to the sea
While catching leaves from bending trees.

I stand alone on quiet prow;
All the rest have fell to sleep,
And the song I sing to thee
Is mingled in the frothy sea.
I sail to seek you Elbereth,
In the foam I feel your breath.