Haldir's Dream

Ancient voices
Calling me, winds
From over the Sea
Return now, or never leave.

Have I lingered
Too long already?
Is the last ship gone?
But here it is spring…

Dearer than memory
Buried in the night
Is birdsong at morning
Sparkling winter light

In sweet sad dreams
It is granted to me
To think that I
May never leave

That this music
Never will depart.
And under tree
I might ever be.

On winds of darkness
Borne to war
Neither Lórien nor Valinor
But down the stream to death.

- Varda