O dark-eyed maiden,
Thy heart beats constant and true!
Slandered by guile,
To the wooded haven you have flown,
Exiled, seeking refuge amongst the heather,
Disguised and sheltered with shepherds.
For thy love is gone away to Rome,
Thy father's kingdom arms for war,
And thou, alas, art dead to Britain, unhappy Golden Girl:
Disobedient daughter, a woman and lover disgraced.
Only as Fidele, by sufferance and false passing, shalt thou prove thy faith —
May thy Love wax the greater,
Not by Injustice be erased;
And Time shall reveal the worth of your heart, in concordance with Fate.
For my favorite Shakespeare heroine. :-)
Loreena McKennitt - "Cymbeline":