*Illustration reference: "Ophelia"
by John William Waterhouse
I wish for her a perfect spring
That birds upon her sill will sing
The clouds will part the sun will shine
The morning dawns so fair and fine
Her kin has table laden bursting
So she is filled and never thirsting
That gaily wrapped, of little thrift
Are all her longed-for fancied gifts
And then the ways are very parted
For she is loved so open-hearted
And quiet home the rest of day
Like plush red cape around her lays
Or if she craves for something good
She seats herself in thickset woods
Surrounded by the loon and fawn
Perhaps a spring-bloom crown she’ll don
And like a princess of the glen
Ethereal, sublime till when
She lies down in her downy bed
Her happy day relived in head
That is my prayer, what hopes to be
Beloved one, my wish for thee…