I wish by golly I could spread my wings and fly
And let my grounded soul be free for just a little while
To be like eagles when they ride upon the wind
And taste the sweetest taste of freedom for my soul


She seemed to be looking with longing out that window, watching people walk out there. It struck me in a poignant way.
Another shot from the V&A. A little soft, I know, but I like it anyway.