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There is 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 warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
We often hear that actions speak louder than words and I agree with it completely. If a person doesn't implement on his/her own words, we call them hypocrite. But on the other side, words laid down by great philosophers shape our societies, their actions may not set examples for us, but their sayings provide basis to our lives