Ethuil Aela or, naeth toran ni eilun.
(Spring of Light, the morn boweth in offering.)

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Lo, wind waka h welkina weft,
brume danca h oa r fen y-clad.
The furrows brew, eard humeth,
ana wells y-writh in mirra hollows.

Wouldst Earda mantle be y-clad,
ana burn y-wend wia ut Thee?
The hart panteth upon mere,
roots y-whisper deep a eath scaur.

Treen bind eardh to welkina weft,
a steir o' saole, an rechyng limb.
We be heigh of call yet low of halwend,
bade to-bestow boon ana kneel in grace.

"Eardh waxeth, welkin waneth; y-bound be all in halowende."

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Lupar, in the year 968 AF.