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| This is a short poem from the point of view of Hamlet, or possibly anyone else who was entranced by Ophelia. It was inspired of Waterhouse's rendition's of her, and posesses a fantasy theme. (5-4-03) |
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Ophelia
Oh fair Ophelia; burn me with your eyes
Lest the sun would perish in their shadow
Your stare could pierce the moon
And sicken it with such untamed woe
That ever but her radiant sister fares no better
Let your golden hair doth fall with grace
And twist upon your slender shoulders
And condemn the lustrous stars to shame
And dream not of the bitter dragon
So fierce to trance of grief becoming
For the ever sour flames of his breath
Could yet never hope to taint or tarnish
Thy enchanted Valkyrie’s check
Let your sweet lips utter not a word
Or fear you drive the mist back to the heavens
For soft and red they curl to love the air
And slay the kiss that claims its own return
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