To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying, <br />The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying. <br />West, west away, the round sun is falling. <br />Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling? <br />The voices of my people gone before me? <br />I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me; <br />For our days are ending and our years failing. <br />I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing. <br />Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling, <br />Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling. <br />In Eressea, in Elvenhome, that no man can discover, <br />Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever!<br /><br />John Ronald Reuel Tolkien<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sea/
