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 HERE is a 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 gold where your hair was; Nought warm where your hand was;
 * But phantom, forlorn,
 * Beneath the thorn,

Your ghost where your face was.

Sad winds where your voice was; Tears, tears where my heart was;
 * And ever with me,
 * Child, ever with me,

Silence where hope was.