Journey’s endIn western lands beneath the SunThe flowers may rise in Spring,The trees may bud, the waters run,The merry finches sing.Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,And swaying branches bearThe Elven-stars as jewels whiteAmid their branching hair.Though here at journey's end I lieIn darkness buried deep,Beyond all towers strong and high,Beyond all mountains steep,Above all shadows rides the SunAnd Stars for ever dwell:I will not say the Day is done,Nor bid the Stars farewell.J.

O slender as a willow-wand! O clearer than clear water!O reed by the living pool! Fair River-daughter!O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after!O wind on the waterfall, and the leaves' laughter!

Alive without breath;as cold as death;never thirsting, ever drinking;clad in mail, never clinking.Drowns on dry land, thinks an islandis a mountain;thinks a fountainis a puff of air.So sleek, so fair!What a joy to meet!We only wish to catch a fish,so juicy-sweet!

Grey as a mouse, Big as a house,Nose like a snake,I make the earth shake,As I tramp through the grass;Trees crack as I pass.With horns in my mouthI walk in the South,Flapping big ears.Beyond count of yearsI stump round and round,Never lie on the ground,Not even to die.Oliphaunt am I, Biggest of all,Huge, old, and tall.If ever you'd met meYou wouldn't forget me.If you never do,You won't think I'm true;But old Oliphaunt am I,And I never lie.

The cold hard landsthey bites our hands,they gnaws our feet.The rocks and stonesare like old bonesall bare of meat.But stream and poolis wet and cool:so nice for feet!And now we wish-

Rivers of fire at dead of nightin winter lying cold and whiteupon the plain burst forth, and highthe red was mirrored in the sky.

O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay!O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day,Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft:Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft!O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey;Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever a day.O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!