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