Lorien (The wanderer)

In Dwimordene, in Lorien
Seldom have walked the feet of Men,
Few mortal eyes have seen the light
That lies there ever, long and bright.

J .R .R.Tolkien "Lord of the Ring"

I was looking for you many days, many nights,
To the River of Lorien I came up disarmed,
To the woods which hide your sweet healing light.
Way of mine was lit by the merciful stars.

Yes, I'm mortal, I know, but my only fault
Is a daring desire to look at the land,
Where the people are fair and the autumn is gold
Where the sky brightly blue and the mellorns are grand.

Do not aim at me and lay down your bow,
I'm a tramp, I'm ready to calm in a grave…
Don't you see it's the habit of none but the Foe -
'Cause for yearning to deathless He pays in the death.

Am I wrong? Why on earth? Oh, yes , Numenor..
But I have neither arms nor a ship, I stray.
I have suffered so much and my feet are sore.
Do not drive me away! Do not drive me away!