Oh, Brother! Why forsook you life with Elves,

To choose instead a fleeting mortal life,

When closest friends we two had been ourselves?

Your choice to me was painful as a knife.

And gazing at my sons so fair and dear--

Like matching bookends stand they side-by-side--

Does cause my heavy heart to want you near

And starts afresh the flow of tears I'd dried.

Yet many are the struggles you've been spared

By giving up your soul to Mandos' Halls,

For long have I for this world's future cared,

And through the pain the sea with longing calls.

Yet still I know that each must his path take;

The bond we share will never truly break.