A Hostile Fate (The Wayfarer Pt. 4)

But lo, the exile beseeches
 He who art mournful of voice
 The summer's bright warden to sing
 And so the harshness of frost dispel
 Yet sorrows announce, bitter of heart
 Eroding of life, a hostile fate
 A spirit as the sea-flood, wide
 A distant, pale sun fades for he
 Fallen is now this spleandour all
 Joys are broken, passed away
 The weaker remain, hold in this world
 Wax old and sere, age comes for him
 Yet sorrows announce, bitter of heart
 Eroding of life, a hostile fate
 A spirit as the sea-flood, wide
 A distant, pale sun fades for he
 Those yearned for he grieves, long of day
 And knows his friends of old, in earth decayed
 The sons of noble ones
 Are to the earth
 The sons of noble ones
 Are to the earth enshrined
 May not his body then, when life erodes
 Pain feel, nor withered hand move
 Nor shall his mind race to the dawn
 But may absolution come