Day is ended, dim my eyes, 
but journey long before me lies. 
Farewell, friends! I hear the call. 
The ship’s beside the stony wall. 
Foam is white and waves are grey; 
beyond the sunset leads my way. 
Foam is salt, the wind is free; 
I hear the rising of the Sea. 
  
Farewell, friends! The sails are set, 
the wind is east, the moorings fret. 
Shadows long before me lie, 
beneath the ever-bending sky, 
but islands lie behind the Sun 
that I shall raise ere all is done; 
lands there are to west of West, 
where night is quiet and sleep is rest. 
  
Guided by the Lonely Star, 
beyond the utmost harbour-bar, 
I’ll find the havens fair and free, 
and beaches of the Starlit Sea. 
Ship, my ship! I seek the West, 
and fields and mountains ever blest. 
Farewell to Middle-earth at last, 
I see the Star above your mast!