Héo naefre wacode dægréd Tó bisig mid dægeweorcum Ac oft héo wacode sunnanwanung Ðonne nihtciele créap geond móras And on ðaere hwile Héo dréag ðá losinga Earla ðinga ðe héo forléas. Héo swá oft dréag hire sáwle sincende Héo ne cúðe 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.)