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For sooth to tell, her liefest hearts delight
Was still to count her princely pedigree,
Through barons bold all up to Cadwall hight
Thence up to Trojan Brute ysprung of Venus bright.

Y mae lle i ofni, yn wir, mai go ddibris o'i waed oedd Syr Martyn. Felly o leiaf y tybiai'r hen fodryb, a phoenai beunydd—

To think what well she knew would shortly be
Cadwallin's bloud debas'd in Kathrins line.

Ac o boeni am hyn bu farw yr hen fodryb o'r diwedd. Mynnu ei ffordd a wnaeth Martyn, a dyfod i drwbl yn y diwedd. Cyffredin yw barddoniaeth y gerdd, ond wrth ddisgrifio dych weliad ei arwr, ceir gan y bardd rai llinellau lled darawiadol i olygfa Gymreig:

And bright behind the Cambrian mountains hore
Flames red the beam; while on the distant east
Led by her starre, the horned moone looks o'er
The bending forest, and with rays increast
Ascends; while trembling on the dappled west,
The purple radiance shifts and dies away;
The willows with a deeper green imprest
Nod o'er the brooks; the brooks with gleamy ray
Glide on, and holy peace assumes her woodland sway.

And now, as slowly sauntering up the dale,
He homeward wends, in heavie musefull stowre,
The smooth deceiver 'gan his heart assail;