Ophelia’s death

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Here lies beauty, youth and pallor.

Here is Ophelia’s death…

“There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds

Clambering down to hand, an envious sliver broke,

When down her weedy trophies and herself

Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,

And mermaid-like a while they bore her up,

Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds,

As one incapable of her own distress,

Or like a creature native and indued

Unto that element.”

Hamlet, William Shakespeare.

Is this not the most beautiful moment of death ever written?

Story credit: Image via Robin Pika/Deviant Art.

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