She sits at the river-bank

in the shade of the willows,

amidst the tangled vines

and ivy beds

where Ophelia's flowers grow.

Tears which once flowed


fall to the ground

and turn to stone.

Her eyes have dried

turned flowers to granite

and entombed her buried heart.

Hesitantly, he approaches,

and sits with her in the sand.

He sees that she's solidified

more since his last visit.

He makes for her a crown of flowers

and places it on her head.

She smiles, and then miserably

waits for him to leave.