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"When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death." -Queen Gertrude on Ophelia drowning in Hamlet by William Shakespeare
1 comment on Ophelia's Dream: An Ode to Drowning
contrapuntaI March 03, 2014
This is fantastic. It's helping me write so much, i'm pretty much in love with this mix :)
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