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Osyth with light brown hair, wearing a long dress, walking beside a river on a sunny day, holding a book tightly.
In a land of kings and queens, Lived a girl with wondrous dreams. Osyth was her name, so bright, Born in England, full of light. Raised by aunts, both kind and wise, She grew up under sunny skies. One day, a book she had to take, To her aunt, a copy to make.
Osyth standing wearing long dress, in the middle of a rushing river, holding a book high above her head, with stormy skies above.
But oh dear, the river swelled, And little Osyth, in it fell. Her aunts prayed with all their might, And up she stood, what a sight!
A beautiful white stag standing at the edge of a forest, with a feast celebration visible in the background.
Osyth grew, as girls do, Her parents said, "A wife for you!" But Osyth had a different plan, To serve her God, not marry a man. King Sighere was her groom-to-be, To unite the lands, you see. At the party, a stag of white, Caught the men's adventurous sight.
Osyth in a serene landscape by the sea, surrounded by women learning and helping travelers, with a healing spring nearby.
Osyth saw her chance to flee, To live her life, wild and free. She found bishops, took her vow, To serve her God, starting now. Sighere, though sad, gave her land, By the sea, with golden sand. A nunnery she built with care, with other women, living there.