Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

AUTUMN (November)

Poem by Walter de la Mare

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 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.

Comments about AUTUMN (November) by Walter de la Mare

  • Blaaaaaahhhhhhhhhbut I still luv it (10/28/2019 10:25:00 PM)

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (7/9/2018 4:16:00 PM)

    Fall is so very melancholy yet in nature the season is a season of rest and restoration..... would that loss of human. life were that way(Report)Reply

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  • Palak (5/30/2018 1:59:00 AM)

    Wow love this poem(Report)Reply

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  • Carolyn Solomon (3/29/2008 9:24:00 AM)

    What a sad and beautiful poem about the death of a child. Very moving.(Report)Reply

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  • Irving Montero (12/28/2004 7:29:00 PM)

    Delicious poem! very warm! ! !(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Friday, April 24, 2015