(old English)
Hйo naefre wacode dжgrйd
Tу bisig mid dжgeweorcum
Ac oft hйo wacode sunnanwanung
Thonne nihtciele crйap geond mуras
And on thaere hwile
Hйo drйag thб losinga
Ealra thinga the hйo forlйas
Hйo swб oft drйag hire sбwle sincende
Hйo ne cъthe hire heortan lust
(translation)
She never watched
the morning rising,
Too busy with the
days 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