But no. Too soon I voun' my charm abroke. Noo comely soul in white like her- Noo soul a-steppen light like her- An' nwone o' comely height like her- Went by; but all my grief agean awoke.
Since I do miss your vaice an' feace In prayer at eventide, I'll pray wi' woone said vaice vor greace To goo where you do bide.
But no. Too soon I voun' my charm abroke. Noo comely soul in white like her- Noo soul a-steppen light like her- An' nwone o' comely height like her- Went by; but all my grief agean awoke.