Last Journey of the Dwarf.
A grey ship rocks beside the quay
the last grey ship to go away
into the west, across the sea
the queen of golden trees to see.
Two elven hands now steer the ship
two dwarven hands the railing grip
and in one hand, a-glow with light
three strands of hair lie, golden-white.
Keen elven eyes of bluest depth
unerring find the sunlit path
the straight way only elven-led
vessels ever dared to tread.
Yet now a dwarf too rides the way
because of love that none can sway
an elf has said that he must come
and he is bound for Elvenhome.
And when the grey mist sweeps away
and grey ship draws up by the quay
the dwarf shall step ashore, and see
the golden queen across the sea.
- Frodo Baggins