The Last Ship by J.R.R. Tolkien (Part 2)

Fill all the lyrics on this beautiful poem by The Professor, for the second part.
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”Then
whither
go
ye,
boatmen
fair,
down
the
river
gliding?
To
twilight
and
to
secret
lair
in
the
forest
hiding?
To
Northern
isles
and
shores
of
stone
on
strong
swans
flying,
by
cold
waves
to
dwell
alone
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with
the
white
gulls
crying?”
”Nay!”
they
answered.
”Far
away
on
the
last
road
faring,
leaving
western
havens
grey,
the
seas
of
shadow
daring,
we
go
back
to
Elvenhome,
where
the
White
Tree
is
growing,
and
the
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Star
shines
upon
the
foam
on
the
last
shore
flowing.
To
mortal
fields
say
farewell,
Middle-
earth
forsaking!
In
Elvenhome
a
clear
bell
in
the
high
tower
is
shaking.
Here
grass
fades
and
leaves
fall,
and
sun
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and
moon
wither,
and
we
have
heard
the
far
call
that
bids
us
journey
thither.”
The
oars
were
stayed.
They
turned
aside:
”Do
you
hear
the
call,
Earth-
maiden?
Fíriel!
Fíriel!”
they
cried.
”Our
ship
is
not
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full-
laden.
One
more
only
we
may
bear.
Come!
For
your
days
are
speeding.
Come!
Earth-
maiden
elven-
fair,
our
last
call
heeding.”
Fíriel
looked
from
the
river-
bank,
one
step
daring;
then
deep
in
clay
her
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feet
sank,
and
she
halted
staring.
Slowly
the
elven-
ship
went
by
whispering
through
the
water:
”I
cannot
come!”
they
heard
her
cry.
”I
was
born
Earth’s
daughter!”
No
jewels
bright
her
gown
bore,
as
she
walked
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back
from
the
meadow
under
roof
and
dark
door,
under
the
house-
shadow.
She
donned
her
smock
of
russet
brown,
her
long
hair
braided,
and
to
her
work
came
stepping
down.
Soon
the
sunlight
faded.
Year
still
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after
year
flows
down
the
Seven
Rivers;
cloud
passes,
sunlight
glows,
reed
and
willow
quivers
at
morn
and
eve,
but
never
more
westward
ships
have
waded
in
mortal
waters
as
before,
and
their
song
has
faded.
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