Song for a dead friend. Far from thy home beyond the wave, Thou were murdered, Kayta, and died. Our tears were shed around thy grave, And many a friend there sighed. Farewell! but never from my heart Shall time thy memory blot; The dreams of other days depart, Thou shalt not be forgot! Farewell! and oh may She whose love Endures, though we rebel, In patience each wrong way reprove, Each darkly cloud dispel. Wherever thy wandering steps decline, My fondest prayers, not only mine, The aid of our Queen be thine, And in Her name, Farewell! Varda

Kayta's Song