With the other Ophelia currently in the news, I thought I'd revisit this character that I first rendered several years ago (you can see it in my gallery). This is the immediately preceeding scene to my previous one, just before a breaking willow branch sends Ophelia to her tragic end, as recounted by Queen Gertrude in Act IV of Hamlet. "There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.."