I sigh and thy nama escapes
floating, on a sheet of winde,
through the nacod healla of my barren
Wanderer I am, lost and athirst
Thy heart's a holy grail, 'tis my quest
to wet my broken lippan at thy golden brim
How long did I dwell in this ... unland?
Bereft of thy voice, a whisper
hidden among rustling sands
no solace but for a morgane
Afeart I am to touch it
for sure, it would wane
My heorte's clouded with doubt
Blind, I stumble
But LO! on the dúnes heighth!
a sceap in the red sunna shines!
I climb the slope and see ...
a CWÉN standing fram and free!
She beckons me with eyes so céne
Cannot resist, nor make unsiéne
the beguiling smearces she throws at me
Oh, begone YE! Thóhts unclæne...
Unworthy me, yet SHE draws near
lays her handa on me, dispells my fér
Græs and wéods sprout round my feet
and fresh air I, yet again, breathe
At an ortgeard we stand, iung... and gréne
A breeze of air
parts her silken black hær