Bitter Glass, The
Finduilas, wherefore thy heart doth quail?
I too sense in the East, so close to hand,
Reason enough for any heart to fail.
Thou sayest of me that I have no heart,
To keep thee thus from thy beloved home.
But, Finduilas, how could I part
With thee, and face the Shadow then alone?
I must keep watch! And 'tis that 'bitter glass',
Which thou dost so revile, that holds the key.
My duty to this realm, Finduilas,
Outweighs whatever dangers there might be.
And yet, thou fadest more with every day.
Wilt thou be lost, because thou'rt forced to stay?
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