Divine Duty
In fair Lionel, home of lord and sir,
A lady sits, beneath a maple tree;
Golden yellow leaves falling about her
Matching her flowing hair, so fair to see.
Pulchritude beyond finest fantasy,
Endowed with slender form and graceful gait,
As fine a woman as fine can e'er be,
Reis Dular, the pure and holiest maid.
Her mind like a soft and smooth silken braid,
Mirror to a world one will never know,
Of sadness and tranquility, unsaid
Memories that haunt, feelings down below;
Suffering till the day she dies she will;
A duty so harsh, refuse it she nill.