Great wyrd webster
and wife of one-eye,
kind cup sharer
we call you hither,
from your holy hall
where herons play,
and lakes are lush
with lilies and rushes.
Oh silent seeress
in splendour throned
fine flax drawing
with fingers skilled
your bold bright distaff
burning in heaven
singing to the spindle's
song of power.
Bright beloved lady
bless our learning,
skills to strengthen
our sharing of lore.
Great goddess of fate
a gift we offer you.
Help us win the wisdom
we wish to gain.