Heo naefre wacode daegred
To bisig daegeweorcum
Ac oft heo wacode sunnanwanung
Thonne nihtciele creap geond moras

And on thaere hwile
Heo dreag tha losinga
Ealra thinga the heo fortas.
Heo swa oft dreag hire sawle sicende
Heo ne cuthre hire hertan lust

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 swept
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.