_With head thrown back and eyes closed, spreads, like wings, her arms
with palms turned backward,--the others perceiving that she wishes them
to go, they accede to her wish. When alone she covers her face with her
hands, there is a tumult within her and at last, she weeps_
Unwelcome, welcome tears. I weep for her, that could not for myself.
Thus not feeding on another’s woes, by pity we do lose our own.
_She follows the way_ OPHELIA _went_