Ophelia's Resting Place

Ophelia's Resting Place

Pampas grass drifts on the still watery surface, Ophelia's resting place.

. . .

"We know what we are, but know not what we may be..." 

"When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink..."

William Shakespeare