She never watched
The morning rising,
Too busy with the
Days firt chores
But oft she would watch
The sun's faiding
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
Hear own heart's wish
Heo naefre wacode daegred
To bisig mid daegeweorcum
Ac oft heo wacode sunnanwanung
Thonne nihtciele creap geond moras
And on thaere hwile
Heo dreag tha losinga
Ealra thinga the heo forleas.
Heo swa oft dreag hire sawle sincende
Heo ne cuthe hire heortan lust