"The Lay of Finbrethil" by Kathleen McGowan

Finbrethil was a seafar'd man

that sail'd a ship of silver made;

upon the waters glade his thought

and out until the dawn he stay'd.

'Till then the sun came o'er the brink

and shone with brightness on its prow,

for then he vanished like the mist

of morning on the forest's brow.

His habergeon was made of gold,

of silver was his shining crest,

and round his neck with pride he wore

an amethyst upon his breast.

He sail'd the shore of Thedolin

and found the goddess of the sea,

and Ningarfin he called to her

of old, said what her name would be.

She turned to him without a care

and wrought in him a curse with light

of silver lanterns on his ship;

a dying doom so fair and bright.

And with the light she passed away

to leave him to the raging storm;

when all was hopeless in the night

and to the underworld be born.

But Finbrethil was not so soft,

and cursŽd he the light that gift,

and with his words he turn'd away

the light, and set it out to drift.

And when she saw the deed he'd done

did Ningarfin then claim the light,

and sought to watch him from the shore,

so shining, ever fair and bright.

So brave was he that saw her first,

a spirit that should never rest,

as he who scorned the light of she:

the flammifer of Caronthest