after John William Waterhouse
Be thou as chaste as ice: as pure as snow:
your purity a catechism.
Flowers grace your palms, in repose.
Get thee to a nunnery:
a virgin? Can we know?
Anoint your flame hair -
thou shalt not escape
calumny: your visage:
your chaste lips, a phantom kiss
cheeks smarted rose with denial.
The trees are vessels of your sorrow.
Ophelia, love is a dead Hawthorn.
Waterhouse, J.W. (1910) - Ophelia [Online] Available at: " https://arthive.com/johnwaterhouse/works/255253~Ophelia"
Shakespeare, W. - Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1 (Hamlet to Ophelia)
Sarah Drury 