and now I freeze in the cold bath
still as the near corpse I imitate.
Millais sits warm and possessed
as I repose, mouth agape and pale,
and when this painting is all put together
I pray my fame...will last forever.
But for now I desire a hot drink
and definitely some laudanum,
a release from the boredom
of lying in this wretched tub hour after hour
feeling as mad as Ophelia
just hoping this discomfort will soon cease
and I'll be the star...of a masterpiece.