Héo naefre wacode dægrédTó bisig mid dægeweorcumAc oft héo wacode sunnanwanungThonne nihtciele créap geond mórasAnd on thaere hwile
Héo dréag thá losingaEarla thinga the héo forléas.Héo swá oft dréag hire sáwle sincendeHéo ne cúthe 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 lossOf everything that had been missed.So used to feeling the spirit sink,She had not felt her own heart's wish.