Hwær cwóm helm? Hwaer cwóm byrne? Hwær cwóm feax flówende? HD Hwær cwóm hand on hearpestrenge? Hwær cwóm scir fýr 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