(old English)
Héo naefre wacode dægréd
Tó bisig mid dægeweorcum
Ac oft héo wacode sunnanwanung
Thonne nihtciele créap geond móras
And on thaere hwile
Héo dréag thá losinga
Ealra thinga the héo forléas
Héo swá oft dréag hire sáwle sincende
Héo ne cúthe 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