This Found poem is taken from passages in "The Tower of Cirith Ungol" (ROTK).
Darkness Like a Tide
Minutes were precious, but one by one escaped --
He could do nothing! Longed only for master,
One sight of face, one touch of hand.
Weary and defeated, he bowed head into hands --
Quiet, horribly quiet!
He felt the darkness cover like a tide.
At vain end of long journey and grief,
Moved by thought, Sam began to sing.
Thin and quavering, voice forlorn and weary,
Childish tunes, fleeting glimpses of home.
Then new strength rose, voice rang out,
Words came unbidden --
"I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell."
Faint voice answering, it was Frodo.