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OPHELIA.
“She was as white as the lily flower.”
Knight of the Burning Pestle.
Where didst thou find thy love?
Among the lilies, that, golden-spik'd and white,
Bend over the still lake, and catch the light
On ivory petals as they move.—
Among the lilies; and her hair was bright
With the dull sheeny splendour of wet gold,
And all her flesh was cold.
Then from the calm grey heavens above
A summer-evening light shone down, and night
Came ere I was aware.—
White and gold, like the lilies, calm and fair,
And moving like the lilies, waved or roll'd
By the capricious air.
Among the lilies, that, golden-spik'd and white,
Bend over the still lake, and catch the light
On ivory petals as they move.—
Among the lilies; and her hair was bright
With the dull sheeny splendour of wet gold,
And all her flesh was cold.
Then from the calm grey heavens above
A summer-evening light shone down, and night
Came ere I was aware.—
White and gold, like the lilies, calm and fair,
And moving like the lilies, waved or roll'd
By the capricious air.
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