Lament for Boromir

They will look for him from the White Tower
 But he will not return, from mountain or from sea
 Through Rohan over fen and field
 Where the long grass grows
 The West Wind comes walking
 And about the walls it goes
 What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight
 Have you seen Boromir the Tall, by moon or by starlight
 I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey
 I saw him walk in empty lands until he passed away
 Into the shadows of the North, I saw him then no more
 The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor
 O Boromir, from the high walls westward I looked afar
 But you came not from the empty lands where no men are
 From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies
 From the sandhills and the stones
 The wailing of the gulls it bears and at the gate it moans
 What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve
 Where now is Boromir the Fair, he tarries and I grieve
 Ask not of me where he doth dwell so many bones there lie
 On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky
 So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea
 Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me
 O Boromir, 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
 What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today
 What news of Boromir the Bold, for he is long away
 Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry, there many foes he fought
 His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought
 His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest
 And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls bore him upon its breast
 O Boromir, the Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
 To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days