| | [minstrels] Lament for Boromir -- J. R. R. Tolkien |
 | | 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. |
 | | The above poem is a good example of his work: the language is unstrained and natural, the metre and rhyme is never anything less than perfect, the images (especially the striking descriptions of whole landscapes in a few short words) are haunting... |
 | | The poem also has a wonderful unity of structure and composition - the apostrophes to (in turn) the three winds and their respective answers form a natural progression, culminating in the last couplet; the repetition of the phrase 'Rauros, golden Rauros-falls' adds to the poignancy of the lament. |
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