He felt the call as clearly as the horn

that echoed through the trees at Amon Hen;

and quickly rose in answer lest the warn

be lost and all destroyed without true men.

But no one else had caught that solemn call,

and when they tried to hear the notes of light

that haunt from other worlds: of bower and hall

just seemed to blend like traffic in the night.

And so he searches, lone among his kin,

to wander far in realms and worlds away,

though many find it strange where he has been

and wonder at the things that he comes to say.

Yet still; beneath the starry skies of white

He hears the voice that leads him on aright

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