Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass
         grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you
         bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'
'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and 
         grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the so of
         Denethor.'
'O Boromit! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where nomen are.'

From the mountains of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the
        sandhills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.
'What nes fromthe South, O sighing wind, do you bring
        to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He taries and I grieve.'
'Ask not of me where he doth dwell - so many bones there
         lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy
         sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends
       to me!
'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,
 But you came not with the wailing gulls from the gray
        sea's mouth.'

From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and pass the
        roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud 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 shiel, 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 Rairos-falls, bore him upon its breast.'
'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.