Hwæare cwóm helm? Hwaer cwóm byrne?
Hwæare cwóm feax flówende? Hd
Hwæare cwóm hand on hearpestrenge?
Hwæare cwóm scir fýare scinende?
Héo dréag ðá losinga
Earla ðinga ðe héo forléas
Heo naefre wacode degred
To bisig mid degeweorcum
Ac oft heo wacode sunnanwanung
Donne nihtciele creap geond moras
And on paere hwile
Heo dreag pa losinga
Earla pinga pe heo forleas
Heo swa oft dreag hire sawle sincende
Heo ne cupe hire heortan lust
She never watched the morning rising
Too busy with the day's first chores
But oft she would watch the sun's fading
As the cold of night crept across the moors
And in that moment she felt the loss
Of everything that had been missed
So used to feeling the spirit sink
She had not felt her own heart's wish