'Sounds' in Anathic

This is a translation of my found poem 'Sounds' [link] into my conlang, Anathic. I never really thought I'd upload my conlanging stuff onto dA, but we'll see how this goes down.

Here it is in text:

Seþes yn ynísteð-na-ðáros myn, læpys
h-yn næd-na-ωúynos oç oenlýŋa oç
h-əçæn tyçúyr dreosa yní h-urráð yfár.
Sỳpryŋað Á Þíð émsúyr mehys gránə þrúy h-urnosc, oç
h-enωyriores fyþ mé sélna obraðoað
urrár oç urglám oç æpád:
h-En díúyr myn díúyr na ítylnaos oç flásmos,
sálosteð þáelý na ȝeoþos læscí,
lynos, çæn na ráros –
h-Er begna tyçymniel obry fen na ðærcýronos
oç dýlæ na urúriel ýronos.

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Anathic is a conlang I've been working on for just over a year now. It takes influence from the North Germanic languages (mainly Icelandic, Old Norse, Faroese), Celtic languages, and Old English.

If you're too lazy to click the link, here's the English version:

I sat in my doorway, wrapped
in pines and solitude and
the noiseless sun falling on the distant highway.
Time grew seasons like corn in the night, and
I realised what the morning and evening and
the birds silently suppressed:
My days were days of idleness and flowers,
the calm theatre of the fresh grass,
the pond, the morning sun –
life everlasting under blackberry vines
and strawberry leaves.