Though while she sang, she sank in water deep,
A longing flowing song laced with despair,
And so the solemn willow learned to weep.

A woman lost in feminine mystique,
By madness tortured, far beyond repair,
And as she sang, she sank in water deep.

Gifting rosemary, remembrance to keep,
Too late to be redeemed by nuns and prayer,
And so the solemn willow learned to weep.

For Hamlet's hand, the price was much to steep,
An unrequited love the fatal snare,
And while she sang, she sank in water deep.

Bound in earthly plots, contrived deceit,
Deep, unearned sadness, more than she could bear,
And so the solemn willow learned to weep.

Fragile flowers surround her final sleep.
The river danced in her long, golden hair,
But while she sang, she sank in water deep,
And so the solemn willow learned to weep.