Ophelia’s Song: A Poem

For the lady in Hamlet.

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My love is as false as my mirror is true.
  Only the flowers believe what I say;
  They nod to me happily all the long day.
My love is as false as my mirror is true.

The sky is as black as the ocean is blue.
  Now everyone’s dead; to whom should I pray?
  I’m sad as a spirit, like ghosts am I gay.
The sky is as black as the ocean is blue.

My bridal-wreath’s woven of poppy and rue.
  My song is a wild and a terrible tune;
  It slices through sunlight and pierces the moon.
My bridal-wreath’s woven of poppy and rue.

Only the willow knows what I must do.
  With roses and violets my river-bed’s strewn;
  I’ll sleep like a butterfly in its cocoon.
Only the willow knows what I must do.

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