Once
I thought
to be laid
’neath rich Shire Earth
when my time should come.
Once
I thought
to wed Pearl
and know wedded bliss
ever at her beloved side.
Once
I danced
with great joy
before all the Shire
at Michel Delving’s Free Fair.
Once
I hoped
to father children,
and hold them close,
and to teach them everything.
Once
I planned
to honor Sam
and love his children
alongside those of my own.
Then
the Ring
came to me
and began Its campaign
to rob me of all.
Now
I leave
the land of
my birth and life.
My joy has fled me.
There,
in Elvenhome
will I find
the peace I lost
under Its dark, fell influence?
Must
I live
and find release
in a strange land
not intended for mere mortals?
Why
do I
not grieve more,
knowing never will I
see my tall brother again?
When
will I
again find the
ability to properly feel
joy and delight once more?
There
beyond the
curtain of rain
perhaps I will know
once again peace and fulfillment.
Sam,
my brother,
do not linger
long past your Rosie.
Let me die at least
once more a proper Shire Hobbit.
Oh,
sweet Creator,
grant me ease,
I beg of you.
Release me from my burden.
Relieve me of pain and loss.
Teach me to sing in joy again.