Ophelia's Farewell

Oh woe, this wretched day, where shadows fall
upon my heart with darkness — nay, with gloom;
where with the echoes of the raven’s call
there drifts upon the air impending doom.

Why, Love, hast thee forsaken me this day;
cast off my longing heart without a thought,
beneath thy feet upon the sunbaked clay, 
left there among the fallen leaves to rot?

I find my solace with the lakeside flow’rs,
from whence the breeze shall whisper my good-bye
for here, my Love, I spend my final hours,
— all hope, alas has died, and so must I.

And as these waters lift my soul from me
I whisper my last words of love to thee. 



october 2004
©Janet Reid






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