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Errantry is a poem by J.R.R. Tolkien.

In the story, the poem was composed by Bilbo Baggins after his adventure. It was based loosely on the story of Eärendil.

The PoemEdit

There was a merry passenger,

a messenger a mariner:

he built a gilded gondola

to wander in and had in her

a load of yellow oranges

and porridge for his provender;

he perfumed her with marjoram,

and cardamom and lavender.


He called the winds of Argosies,

with cargoes in to carry him,

across the rivers seventeen,

that lay between to tarry him.

He landed all in loneliness,

where stonily the pebbles on,

the running river Derrilyn,

goes merrily for ever on.

He journeyed then through meadow-lands,

to shadow-land that dreary lay,

and under hill and over hill,

went roving still a weary way.


He sat and sang a melody,

his errantry a tarrying,

he begged a pretty butterfly,

that fluttered by to merry him.

She scorned him and she scoffed at him,

she laughed at him unpitying,

so long he studied wizardry,

and segaldry and smithying.


He wove a tissue very thin,

to snare her in; to follow her,

he made him beetle-leatherwing,

and feather wing of swallow hair.


He caught her in bewilderment,

with filament of spider-thread.

He made her soft pavilions,

of lilies and a bridal bed,

of flowers and of thistle-down,

to nestle down and rest her in,

and silken webs of filmy white,

and silver light he dressed her in.


He threaded gems and necklaces,

but recklessly she squandered them,

and fell to bitter quarrelling,

then sorrowing he wandered on,

and there he left her withering

as shivering he fled away;

with windy weather following,

on swallow-wing he sped away.


He passed the achipelagoes,

where yellow grows the marigold,

with countless silver fountains are,

and mountains are of fairy-gold.

He took to war and foraying,

a harrying beyond the sea,

and roaming over Belmary,

and Thellamie and Fantasie.


He made a shield and morion,

of coral and of ivory.

A sword he made of emerald,

and terrible his rivalry,

with elven knights of Aerie

and Faerie, with paladins

that golden-haired, and shining-eyed

came riding by, and challenged him.


Of crystal was his habergeon,

his scabbard of chalcedony,

with silver tipped and plenilune,

his spear was hewn of ebony.

H is javelins were of malachite

and stalactite - he brandished them,

and went and fought the dragon flies,

of Paradise, and vanquished them.


He battled with the Dumbledors,

the Hummerhorns, and Honeybees,

and won the Golden Honeycomb,

and running home on sunny seas,

in ship of leaves and gossamer,

with blossom for a canopy,

he sat and sang, and furbished up,

and burnished up his panoply.


He tarried for a little while,

in little isles that lonely lay,

and found their naught but blowing grass.

And so at last, the only way he took, and turned,

and coming home with honeycomb,

o memory his message came,

and errand too!

In derring-do and glamoury,

he had forgot them,

journeying and tourneying, a wanderer.


So now he must depart again,

and start again bis gondola,

for ever still a messenger a passenger, a tarrier,

a roving as a feather does,

a weather-driven mariner.

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