[Purple Monkey]

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people who have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices on the lost isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome, which no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever!
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I cried after this, and I'm sure someone already mentioned it, but it will always be *my poem*.