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.
Walter de la Mare
Photo "Girl Beside A Stream" by Arthur Rackham
This is a beautifully written poem but oh so sad!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is sad, but one of my favorites~
ReplyDeleteFantastic post. Very lovely, powerful, melancholy. And I'm a huge fan of Arthur Rackham illustrations, and this one matched the poem perfectly. Very nice post!
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