Eärendil The Mariner

by J. R. R. Tolkien

J. R. R. Tolkien

at last he came to Night of Naught,
and passed, and never sight he saw
of shining shore nor sight he sought.
The winds of wrath came driving him,
and blindly in the foam he fled
from west to east and errandless,
unheralded he homeward sped.

Last updated January 14, 2019