Worn Out by Lizzie Siddal

Thy strong arms are around me, love,
My head is on thy breast:
Though words of comfort come from thee,
My soul is not at rest:
For I am but a startled thing,
Nor can I ever be
Aught save a bird whose broken wing
Must fly away from thee.
I cannot give to thee the love
I gave so long ago -
The love that turned and struck me down Amid the blinding snow.
I can but give a sinking heart
And weary eyes of pain,
A faded mouth that cannot smile
And may not laugh again.
You keep thine arms around me, love,
Until I drop to sleep:
Then leave me -- saying no good-bye,
Lest I might fall and weep.

Ophelia, by Millais