Ophelia and the Waterlilies

Yes yes, I know, obligatory Ophelia drawing. I have no excuse.
This was the final of my WIPs, now on to finish my commissions!

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. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Pose Referenced:
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And by referenced I mean I would have died without this; I think I spent a good three hours on the arms and hands alone trying to get an exact replica.

EDIT: Added some folds of fabric and some of her leg/foot above the water.