Grey Elven Boat

LotR Object: Boromir's Elven boat

The proud warrior sits straight and tall,
Guiding his boat in the wake of his companions;
His dark eyes look forward, ever forward,
Seeking the wide waters of the Great River
That flow past his home.

"O Elven boat! gliding smoothly, silently,
Grey as the mists that hide the stream at dawn;
Your high prow cleaving the leaf-speckled waters
That flow slowly to the Great River --        
Will you bear me away from here?  Will you take me home?"

"I will bear you, my warrior!
Away from the golden trees of Laurelindorinan,
Away from this place where you saw yourself with clear eyes.
I will bear you where you will;
Yea, to your home I may even take you."

The impatient warrior sits angry and doubtful,
Seeking for answers, but boats give no counsel.
His heavy heart yearns for a choice, a decision,
Hoping the dark waters of the Great River
Might soon bring him home.

"O Elven boat, gliding quickly, quietly,
Grey as the mists that hide the stony shingle at dusk;
Your high prow cleaving the reed-embraced waters
That flow softly past the banks of the Great River --
Will you bear me onward swiftly?  Will you take me home?"

"I will bear you, my warrior!
Past the long forests of Wilderland and swiftly flowing Rapids,
Past imposing Argonath, regal guardians of your borders.
I will bear you where you will;
Yea, to your home I may even take you."

The despairing warrior sits bent and troubled,
Wanting an answer, but fearing the outcome;
His burdened mind filled with longing for a golden thing,
Wishing the swift waters of the Great River
Could now bear him home.

"O Elven boat, gliding smoothly, silently,
Grey as the mists that rise high from the Falls;
Your high prow cleaving the still waters of Nen Hithoel
That flow relentlessly past the thundering of Rauros --
Will you bear me away from temptation?  Will you take me home?"

"I will bear you, my warrior!
Away over the falling water, though lost we be, forever;
Away from your companions, if that be your desire.
I will bear you where you will;
Yea, to your home I may even take you."

The sleeping warrior lies cold and silent,
Gripping his weapon, broken in fierce battle;
His body at rest, mourned by weeping companions,
Hoping the kind waters of the Great River
Will now bear him home.

"O Grey Elven boat, gliding smoothly, sadly,
Grey as the tears of my brother who mourns me,
Your high prow cleaving the bright waters of the Great River
That flow all too swiftly past the walls of my City --
Will you bear me even in death?  Will you take me home?"

"I will bear you, my warrior!
Past the outstretched arms of your loved ones, though you cannot greet
them,
Past the white walls of your City, as you say 'farewell,' forever.
I will bear you where you will;
Yea, into the West I may even take you."

The fair warrior sleeps, long and unending,
Lying at peace, cradled in the arms of Ulmo,
His quiet face turned westward, more beautiful than when living,
Dreaming no longer of the River, but of the waves
That now carry him home.

"O Grey Elven boat, gliding smoothly, silently,
Grey as the rains that water the Sea;
Your high prow cleaving the shadowy waters of Eldamar,
That lap at the shores of the Undying Lands --
Will you bear me onward swiftly?  Will you take me home?"

"I will bear you, my warrior!
Beyond the lands where the Undying walk, for your Gift is separate;
Beyond the darkness that surrounds the world
I will bear you, if you will;
Yea, to your final home I will even take you.".