Ophelia

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I cannot rest, I cannot rest

In straight and shiny wood,

My woven hands upon my breast–

The dead are all so good!

Ophelia by John Everett Millais

Ophelia by John Everett Millais

The earth is cool across their eyes;

They lie there quietly.

But I am neither old nor wise;

They do not welcome me.

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Where never I walked alone before,

I wander in the weeds;

And people scream and bar the door,

And rattle at their beads.

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We cannot rest, we never rest

Within a narrow bed

Who still must love the living best–

Who hate the pompous dead!

Alexandre Cabanel Ophelia Painting

Ophelia by Alexandre Cabanel

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Words from The White Lady by Dorothy Parker

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