(Ophelia's Paean.)  

Lost your voice? Where has it gone?
Feel my touch when days grow long.
Whispers bleak inside your mind,
From whence comes the killing time.
Swallow whole, Stygian daughter,
And collapse within to gaily laughter.
Cold runs hot within your veins
Ashes, graves, are all remains.
Drink deep of cold black waters
Memory's loss, your dreams and sorrows,
Drowned at last, my sweet Ophelia
Blue lips, dead eyes, belong to no one.
Lost your voice? Why please have mine,
With which we'll sing one final time.