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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
what makes you jealous of other people?
some of us feel jealous of others . Some women feel jealous because other women get babies and they don't , or some people get jealous because their friend has a car and they don't , others get jealous when their wife or husband is successful at work , and you , what makes you jealous of other people ?