Song for Ophelia

"Where the daisies laugh and blow, Where the willow leaves hang down, Nonny, nonny, i will go There to weave my Lord a crown. Willow, willow, by the brook, Trailing fingers green and long, I will read my Lord a book, I will sing my love a song. Though he turns his head away, Nonny, nonny, still I sing, Ditties of a heart gone gray, And a hand that bears no ring. Water, water, cold and deep, Hold me fast that I may sleep. Death with you is hardly more Than the little deaths before."