Though you would pin it with ten thousand stars.
It flies on swift wings, an ebony dove,
All anxious to embrace the dawning sun.
You cannot force the darkness to stand still,
Though you would lace it to the silver moon,
And bind it with silken cords of your will.
Neither can I stay for you, meleth nin.
For I have heard the pale waters laughing,
Listened to whispered tales, from foam to strand,
Heard the sea-mews call, heard the whales singing
Tender lullabies in the silk-soft deeps.
Fare you well meleth nin, weep not for me,
For I will wait upon that hither shore,
And when you come, we'll let the Sundering Sea,
Gentle us to sleep with a thousand sighs.
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