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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
It's final notice to all new members
To all new members might have the same problem like me. When you have trouble in private message (trying to send @Lynne a message), commenting on other discussions, or changing your avatar (when you have 2 stars), etc. Make sure you have clicked on the link which sent to you to confirm your email. Don't click wrong link. I hope it's useful. Thanks for helping me @Lynne @Paulette @Zom