In Mariamné's time

What trees would have grown so tall

What was there beyond the garden wall?

When she walked beyond the garden gate

Did she see the river's sudden spate

And did the rustle of a summer breeze

Mask the red kite's call above those trees

And did she hear the Spring birds' calls

Above the echo of Ystwyth's falls

Did she stroll her father's ways

And let their beauty so amaze,

Enjoy the vistas and natural views

Whispering to her inner muse -

Or did she stay within the plot

Safe gardening on its level motte?

Did the picturesque delight

Or did dark distant hills affright

In Mariamné's time