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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
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Correcting the Poem "Journey to Black Lake"


I´d like the poem was corrected below in order that I know the errors of grammar in the language english. Since then I appreciate your attention!




Journey to Black Lake
(Gramado/RS – Brazil)

In front of life my dreamy eyes rise, now we shine on the paths.
While the wind chords blow hues of a thousand fantasies,
The uirapuru of the Sun goes, in his flight of spring, to orchestrate the nature.
Among the magical rays of the Sun let us also sing in this same chorus,
While the specters of the Black Lake blow tints of a thousand fantasies.
Because more sparkling than the engravings of Portinari,
More harmonious than the Stravinsky's compositions,
The reverberations of the Black Lake blow chords of a thousand fantasies.

On the waters that I sail
Gleam winds of the woods, emanates
The song of the uirapuru through the Sun,
In the sweet contemplations of Nirvana!

The waters are diamonds on the afternoon of September.
On the waters that I sail
The Black Lake is a famous hall of mirrors.
Lake Black, you reflect the Sun, universal spectrum!
Black Lake, you radiate;
More glittering than the artists' canvases,
In your waters blow chords of a thousand fantasies.

From being submerged in ideal revelations,
On the waters that I sail,
Awakens my transcendent estrus:
After the faint rain,
O Black Lake, floats your iridescent frontispiece.

For what was just the pantheistic dawn,
There in the woods fly,
More beautifully tell us the young butterflies: "Here we are born!"
Because the Black Lake, Ray of the Divine Principle
And glorious reflection of Perfection,
Now sprinkle its waters like diamonds on the afternoon of September.
Resounding on earth what is most heavenly,
O Black Lake, makes us discover that nature is a famous hall of mirrors,
Because you reflect the Sun, universal spectrum!
As if we were leaning on the secrets of alchemy,
For what was just the pantheistic dawn,
There is the enigma of happiness. Let us sing, in this same choir,
Looking for the Primordial Source!

On the waters that I sail,
O Black Lake, you radiate:
More flashy than the photographs of childhood albums,
The souls reverberate with chords of a thousand fantasies!

For what was just the pantheistic dawn,
Gleam winds of the woods, emanates
The song of the Black Lake through the Sun,
In the sweet contemplations of Nirvana!
Black Lake- the alchemy to be seen in the waters -
Reflect the Sun, universal spectrum!
To the enigmas of other times, let us sing in that same chorus,
In search of Primordial Light!
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