She lives in sunlight;
but walks in shadow,
with graceful stride
and unsullied pride.
She dwells in spring;
but bears the fall,
with mournful sigh
and sorrowful eye.
She craves the forest;
but has but a cage,
with resolute air
and many a care.
She suffers a collar;
but has unseen chains,
of a love so tender
my beautiful Celinda.