O! See the waters break upon the prow,
Their shimmering mists leap up to limn the trees,
That mast-like stand behind its rocky bow -
No sails to move the ship to salty seas.
And let the fires burn at Amon Dîn,
Should shadow breach the way and enter in.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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