Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

(25 July 1829 - 11 February 1862 / London / England)

A Silent Wood - Poem by Elizabeth Eleanor 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.

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
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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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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