I dreamt a dream of Valinor
the Blessed Realm of Eldamar
where stars gleam on the ivory shore
and Elven-folk dwell with Valar.
In dreams I crossed the silver sea
and rode the waves all topped with foam.
A joyful chorus greeted me:
fair voices calling, “Welcome home!”

In visions fair I then beheld
the seas of Ulmo, great and wide;
I walked through forests never felled
with fair Yavanna at my side.
I wandered deep in caverns dim
where jewels gleamed pale in rocky bed.
In Aulë’s forge I stood by him
and watched the embers blazing red.

O’er emerald hills there came the sound
of laughter and of dancing feet;
and leapt they o’er the grassy ground
Tulkas and Nessa, swift and fleet.
The sudden sound of hooves afar
came thund’ring o’er the verdant lawn.
Soon hither on his steed, Nahar
rode Oromë, the Huntsman strong.

And then again I roving went
where Vána’s gardens flourished fair;
gold blossoms gave a honeyed scent
and birdsong shivered in the air.
But then of mirth I took my leave
and wandered to Nienna’s hall.
There with the Weeper I did grieve;
our tears like morning’s dew did fall.

And then in halls of memory
I saw the Doomsman’s bride, Vairë
weave tapestries of history
as she had done since Elder Days.
Then as the sun sank in the West
with Manwë’s winds a soothing breath
in Estë’s realm I lay to rest
beneath the stars of Elbereth.

In dreams of dreams I flew through night
With stardust drifting in my wake.
But as I soared toward a light
from deepest sleep I came awake.
And undismayed I hailed the day
and smiled upon the sea so blue;
for soon a ship would sail away
and make my dream forever true.