From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the...

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 Gaurd shall ever northward gazeTo Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'