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BALLADS AND CANTILENAS: OPHELIA by PAUL FORT

First Line: TO THE SAD WIND OF THE WOODS, SOMETHING THE NIGHT DOTH CROON
Last Line: "A RUSH? 'TIS SHE, POOR MIME, WHO CULLS ETERNAL DREAM."
Subject(s): DEATH; WOMEN; DEAD, THE;
To the sad wind of the woods, something the night doth croon

"Ask her on what she broods in the stream, the rosy moon."

"In the stream where swims a rose, a rush to drink doth stoop."

Ophelia's cheek doth droop towards the reflected rose of her arm in waters deep,
and all Ophelia goes . . .

What has she said, the moon, to the sad wind of the woods?

"A rush? 'Tis @3she,@1 poor mime, who culls eternal dream."



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