Ophelia Sonnet
Hark! In tree o'er rushing river sing
Lovebirds whose bawdy songs ring like babble.
Babble that once thoughts of love did bring
But now in bitterness my thoughts dabble
Think no more of love! Nor life! Nor Hamlet!
But, O deceptive heart, does beg discourse
Let this old child's mind become madness set
Then, One, we exist, lunatics perforce.
Singing perverse verses of lovebird's song
While liquid arms embrace my broken mind,
Harrowed heart, your broken beats last not long
Soon, blessed Hell take me, then rest you'll find.
As my ruptured soul floats toward the sea,
Know I, that in madness, together we be.