For a few words about Elizabeth Siddal, and a beautiful painting of her, see my earlier post HERE
Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears
The life that passes fast;
The gates of heaven will open wide
And take me in at last.
Then sit down meekly at my side
And watch my young life flee;
Then solemn peace of holy death
Come quickly unto thee.
But true love, seek me in the throng
Of spirits floating past,
And I will take thee by the hands
And know thee mine at last.
And here she is again, this time as Ophelia …
I wonder whether the paintings she modelled for influenced her own writing?