The Northern seas are cold and cruel grey;
Across them sailed the fair tall Elven folk.
Southward, the seas are blue, serene and warm;
From that soft mist, with many a merry joke;
Sweet Spirits came. From West, at close of day,
Beneath sails brilliant as a peacock’s fan,
Djinni arrived. From sunrise and through storm,
Across the Eastern ocean, last came-Man.

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