No reckoning can weigh the cost
Of sons and soldiers turned to dust;
The heroes fall; the bold are lost:
But it was I who bade him go.

For Boromir was unafraid,
His heart unyielding as his blade,
Immovable, untouched, unswayed:
A warrior in Gondor's name.

And I decreed, as Gondor's lord,
This son, my heir to staff and sword,
Who wore the Horn; I gave the word:
With heavy heart, I bade him go.

And Boromir at dawn rode forth,
A man of twice the Tower's worth;
His shadow passed into the north:
From dust to dust, in Gondor's name.