Ophelia
"... She tried to hang her wreaths on the branches; the treacherous bough broke, and the herbs and she fell into the sobbing stream.''
"Her clothes, spread out, carried her like a nymph; meanwhile, she sang fragments of songs as if she did not sense trouble or was a creature born in the element of waters; it could not last, and the clothes, heavily drunk, carried the unfortunate woman away from the sounds into the quagmire of death. "
