| Hwær cwóm helm? |
| Hwaer cwóm byrne?
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| Hwær cwóm feax flówende? |
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| Hwær cwóm hand on hearpestrenge?
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| Hwær cwóm scir fýr scinende?
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| Héo dréag ðá losinga
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| Earla ðinga ðe héo forléas
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| Heo naefre wacode degred
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| To bisig mid degeweorcum
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| Ac oft heo wacode sunnanwanung
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| Donne nihtciele creap geond moras
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| And on paere hwile
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| Heo dreag pa losinga
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| Earla pinga pe heo forleas
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| Heo swa oft dreag hire sawle sincende
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| Heo ne cupe hire heortan lust
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| 'She never watched the morning rising
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| Too busy with the day’s first chores
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| But oft she would watch the sun’s fading
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| As the cold of night crept across the moors
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| And in that moment
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| She felt the loss
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| Of everything that had been missed
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| So used to feeling the spirit sink
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| She had not felt her own heart’s wish.' |