In Time

She knelt in the stream by Galhae.
She had managed to slip away.

The town had stifled the good air.
With the craze of the newest fair.

Simplicity was preferred,
Though tradition had deterred.

A lady should not get mucked.
Nor, by her hand crayfish plucked.

She should look fine for boys,
And take to only quiet joys.

If a lady acted like men,
Whoever would want her then?

Time could change such harsh opinions,
Even in a votile dominion.

But she knelt there so long ago.
So, sad glances were her sorrow.