Lament for Boromir

They will look for him from the White Tower

But he will not return

From mountain

Or from sea

Through Rohan over fen and field

Where the long grass grows

The West Wind comes walking

And about the walls it goes

What news from the West,

O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?

Have you seen Boromir the Tall, by moon or by starlight?

I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey

I saw him walk in empty lands until he passed away

Into the shadows of the North,

I saw him then no more

The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor

O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar

But you came not from the empty lands where no men are

From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies

From the sandhills and the stones

The wailing of the gulls it bears

And at the gate it moans

What news from the South,

O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?

Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve

Ask not of me where he doth dwell so many bones there lie

On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky

So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea

Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!

O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south

But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth

From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides

And past the roaring falls

And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls

What news from the North,

O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?

What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away

Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry

There many foes he fought

His cloven shield, his broken sword

They to the water brought

His head so proud, his face so fair

His limbs they laid to rest

And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls

Bore him upon its breast

O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze

To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days