A Silent Wood
by Elizabeth Siddal
   O silent wood, I enter thee
   With a heart so full of misery
   For all the voices from the trees
   And the ferns that cling about my knees.
5   In thy darkest shadow let me sit
   When the grey owls about thee flit;
   There will I ask of thee a boon,
   That I may not faint or die or swoon.
   Gazing through the gloom like one
10   Whose life and hopes are also done,
   Frozen like a thing of stone
   I sit in thy shadow – but not alone.
   Can God bring back the day when we two stood
   Beneath the clinging trees in that dark wood?
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