Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
With respect and with our deep condolences to Daegond's family and loved ones. May he find eternal comfort in the Light of Valinor. Rest in peace, good Elf.
The Men of the Mark
The poem is by J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers, "The King of the Golden Hall"