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Put by the sun my joyful soul,
We are for darkness that is whole;
Put by the wine, now for long
We must be thirsty with salt tears;

The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed;
And the heavy night hung dark,
The hills and waters o'er,

Many are my names in many countries,
Mithrandir among the Elves,
Tharkûn to the Dwarves;
Olórin I was in my youth in the West that is forgotten,

IM, who toilest up life's weary steep, To reach the summit still with pleasure crowned;
Born but to sigh and smile; to sin and weep, Dost mark the busy multitudes around
Dost mourn, with those who tread with fainting feet, And blighted w...