Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Field of Cormallen
TotheSea!
TotheSea,totheSea!Thewhitegullsarecrying,
Thewindisblowing,andthewhitefoamisflying.
West,westaway,theroundsunisfalling.
Greyship,greyship,doyouhearthemcalling.
Thevoicesofmypeoplethathavegonebeforeme?
Iwillleave,Iwillleavethewoodsthatboreme;
Forourdaysareendingandouryearsfailing.
Iwillpassthewidewaterslonelysailing.
LongarethewavesontheLastShorefalling,
SweetarethevoicesintheLostIslecalling,
InEressea,inElvenhomethatnomancandiscover,
Wheretheleavesfallnot:landofmypeopleforever!"
AndsosingingLegolaswentawaydownthehill.
Thentheothersalsodeparted,andFrodoandSamwenttotheirbedsandslept.Andinthemorningtheyroseagaininhopeandpeace;andtheyspentmanydaysinIthilien.FortheFieldofCormallen,wherethehostwasnowencampedwasneartoHennethAnnun,andthestreamthatflowedfromitsfallscouldbeheardinthenightasitrusheddownthroughitsrockygate,andpassedthroughtheflowerymeadsintothetidesofAnduinbytheIsleofCairAndros.Thehobbitswanderedhereandtherevisitingagaintheplacesthattheyhadpassedbefore;andSamhopedalwaysinsomeshadowofthewoodsorsecretgladetocatch,maybe,aglimpseofthegreatOliphaunt
