There 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 you 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.