Dost thou hear me, Valinor,
Weeping on this distant shore–
Reminiscing, as I wander,
How I walked thy hills of yore?

Thine I was in days of pleasure,
And my keeper still thou art–
Evermore thou art my treasure,
Though the exile bid us part.

In my star-kissed dreams I see thee
‘Neath a clear and bitter moon;
Lo! My heart hath never left thee–
May my body follow soon!