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Come to me - Alec's plea ('I waited two nights')

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Sir, come to me, Sir
In the wild wood
Where the pale moon glows
And where the owl swoops low through broken boughs
To catch the sleep-slow mouse in tough sharp claws.

Sir, come to me, Sir
In the wild wood
Where the soft breeze blows
And where the hare lies still in gin-trap jaws
To spread a crimson bloom on dew-soaked flowers.

Sir, come to me, Sir
In the wild wood
Where the cool stream flows
And where the deer keeps watch with wide brown eyes
To glimpse the morning's dawn and sunlight's rise.

Sir, come to me, Sir
In the wild wood
Where the oak tree grows
And where the fox calls out 'neath sparkling stars
To seek an answering cry from scented bowers.

Sir, come to me, Sir
By the wild wood
Where the time moves slow
And where a man waits long these hope-filled hours
To hold his dearest friend in safe, strong arms.