literature series → ophelia

and will he not come again?
no, no, he is dead;
go to thy deathbed;
he will never come again.
his beard was as white as snow,
all flaxen was his poll.
he is gone, he is gone,
and we cast away moan.
god ‘a’mercy on his soul!
and of all christian souls, i pray god. 
god b’ wi’ you.

mmorrow:

…I could be bounded in a nutshell,

and count myself a king of infinite space,

were it not that I have bad dreams.

Hamlet (1996)

Ophelia by Alexandre Cabanel