Spring and Fall: to a young child
By Gerard Manley Hopkins
Mrgart, re you greving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
h! s the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Srrow's sprngs re the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.