The Death of Ophelia

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The Evening star fell from above
Her brilliance fades to black
As mourners cry out in Love:
"Ne'er we miss until we lack."

Knocked from her high seat
By Fate and Chance and Choice.
The Earth with a hungry mouth did greet
And swallow her Righteous voice.

Virtuous Prudence, Temperance
Clothed her most pleasing form.
Yet, forsaken by the Noblest romance
As the the most worthless worm.

Like flies we were drawn to her fire.
Oh, that searing,consuming flame!
Why your host of desire
Bitter coldness does claim?

Oh, fair Angel,once so glad,
Now Rues and Daisies tell how
Men's death and lies drove you mad.
Goodbye - One last kiss on thy brow.