Ophelia

Where the willow trails its widow's weeds in water
There doth she lie thy wan, benighted daughter
No one must weep
No one must weep

Cold is her bed and hard is her pillow
Garlands for her hair entwined with braids of willow
No one must weep
No one must weep

Lily white her gown which billows in the water
And bears her downstream
Till the dark glass closes o'er her
No one must weep
For she but sleeps