A maiden “Chaste
as ice, pure as snow”
Whose lips had fire’s mystic glow
A flower drowned in a watery grave
Where daffodils and lilies wave
Her sweet body buried under misty dew
A reverie forlorn where wind never blew
Whose lips had fire’s mystic glow
A flower drowned in a watery grave
Where daffodils and lilies wave
Her sweet body buried under misty dew
A reverie forlorn where wind never blew
She floats in
my dreams like a water-lily leaf
I forbid my tears to fall I forbid my grief
Fiery words drowned by my anguished tears
Pain inside me that wounds and sears
Farewell Ophelia the sweet the pure
My heart can never your loss endure
I forbid my tears to fall I forbid my grief
Fiery words drowned by my anguished tears
Pain inside me that wounds and sears
Farewell Ophelia the sweet the pure
My heart can never your loss endure
Max O’Reilly
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