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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
a stunning mistake GCSE English literature exam
It would seem that people in England either cannot understand their own language or even of the ability of reading their English especially amongst their teachers, Professors and the English academic elite.
For in their GCSE English literature exam yesterday was a stunning mistake.
. @Paulette @Michouxe @Frank @takafromtokyo @Wirginia @chyijung @leigh01 @pridepoc @Saira @mouna @mohit_singh @mheredge @GemmaRowlands @Zom @Danesh @Yellowtail @NickTom @Deucalion @Pate @Goulart @Shishio13 @renanwillamy
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