10. To the White Lady - Una's birthday drabble
To the White Lady, from the Steward, upon our Wedding-Day
When, in disgrace in my dead father's eyes,
I solitary bewept my bitter state
Troubling deaf Valar with unspoken cries,
And look'd towards the East and curs'd my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Vaunted like him, with confidence possess'd,
Desiring Boromir's undaunted scope,
With living brotherless contented least;
Yet thinking thus, myself almost despising,
Haply I look'd on thee; and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sang hymns at Aman's gate.
Now joy's anticipation such wealth brings,
This Steward scorns to change his state with kings.
"The Lord Faramir was walking alone in the garden of the Houses of Healing... but his heart was heavy, and he looked out over the walls eastward. And coming, the Warden spoke his name, and he turned and saw the Lady Eowyn of Rohan..." The Return of the King Book 6 Chapter 5, The Steward and the King.
With apologies to Mr. W. Shakespeare for shamelessly plagiarising his Sonnet No. XXIX; the vastly superior original may be easily found by Googling for "Shakespeare sonnet 29".
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