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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
This is Younus. Working as a training manager in Renault. I am also delivering Training programs for Vehicle technician, Excel, power point, etc. I want to be more proficient in English like a native speaker.We have the opportunity to have public speaking on special occasions. I hope English forum can support me.