My beautiful lady came to me
Across the wide western sea
Upon a vessel sailing brave
Over a silver-crested wave

From hidden shores beneath the star
Of Earendil, shining from afar
Guided by its radiance bright
She came floating in the night

Upon her vessel in graceful guise
With bowed-head and humble eyes
An arching-throat, noble poise
Gliding on the watery joys

Of lapping waves and ocean flows
Murky depths to gentle shallows
With gleaming mast of silver-thread
By blowing winds of Manwe fed

Her winged-vessel sailing white
Of carved wood, feather light
From trees of silver born
Growing in the early dawn

Of a world, lush and green
In times of yore unseen
By elven and mortal sight
In days of Illuin and Ormal’s light

Consumed by the winds of fate
Sweeping through heaven’s gate
Across mortal lands and seas
Where her vessel sails to me

My Lady fair, my lady golden
The light of days olden
Are mirrored in your eyes
Where a well of wisdom lies

Of ages past, years uncounted
The ocean vast, depth undoubted
Of wars and bloodshed
Your tears of love bled

Into the earth as falling rain
Where your heart has lain
With those in death sleeping
Their souls’ in Eru’s keeping

Upon your vessel my lady dear
Sailing on a pathway clear
From sundered lands and sorrowing seas
To havens of healing upon the breeze

Crisply blowing in the darkness
Delivering you from sorrow’s starkness
In those lands far behind
My lady fair, ease your mind

No wrong have you wrought
In word, deed nor thought
By taking to sea
And returning to me

Beneath moon and starshine
Lady golden, lady mine
I watch for you sailing home
A white vessel upon the foam

Gleaming silver in the night
A beacon for elvish sight
To watch and wonder
Who has come from yonder?

Lands now surrendered
To our mortal kin remembered
In elven memory and song
Though our elven hearts long

For them to come and remain
With us in our domain
So they are never alone
Beneath the starlight sown

My lady dear, my lady wise
The truth is written in your eyes
Of ancient laws, heavenly binding
Our mortal brethren from finding

The Straight Way, your vessel sails
Where a mortal vessel fails
By the Valar’s decree
‘These lands are not for thee’

Yet mortal children, mortal born
Have come from lands forlorn
To this far western shore
Of Elvenhome, in Valinor