April Poem-A-Day 14: The tally complete, her hair down

The tally complete, her hair down,
She sails no more upon life’s river.

No longer shall she long for love,
Or pine for peace within her head.

These human worries of the flesh,
Now dwell in silence unbroken.

When last seen wandering the shore,
Her smile was radiant and bright.
Her demeanor of calm surety
Spoke of deep contentment and right
Alignment with life’s told purpose,
Little showing her want for more.

Weep not for her, shed no hot tears:
Her sleep is well-deserved and blessed.

© 2009, php

Originally I was going to attempt a speed-written poem, starting with random quote. The following quote came up:

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Shakespeare, Cymbeline, IV.ii.258

The quote reminded me of Ophelia from Hamlet and I immediately discarded the whole speed aspect to focus on the Shakespearean poetic form and style. I didn't end up with perfect execution of the style but it does have some of the flavor of the language and phrasing. Sort of. I'm not much of a classical formalist when it comes to poetry and it shows in the few almost afterthought rhymes. What do you expect? I spent all of 30 minutes on it.