There is a wind where the rose was; Cold rain where sweet grass was; And clouds like sheep Stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was. Nought gold where your hair was; Nought warm where your hand was; But phantom, forlorn, Beneath the thorn, Your ghost where your face was. Sad winds where your voice was; Tears, tears where my heart was; And ever with me, Child, ever with me, Silence where hope was. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGOISME A DEUX' by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE RESURRECTION by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BROTHER AND SISTER by MARY ANN EVANS WHITE FIELDS by JAMES STEPHENS ELEGIAC STANZAS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |