1              O silent wood, I enter thee
2             With a heart so full of misery
3            For all the voices from the trees
4        And the ferns that cling about my knees.

5            In thy darkest shadow let me sit
6           When the grey owls about thee flit;
7            There will I ask of thee a boon,
8          That I may not faint or die or swoon.

9            Gazing through the gloom like one
10           Whose life and hopes are also done,
11              Frozen like a thing of stone
12          I sit in thy shadow – but not alone.

13      Can God bring back the day when we two stood
14      Beneath the clinging trees in that dark wood?

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