Spring and Fall: To a young child

　　by Gerard Manley Hopkins

　　 Margaret， are you grieving

　　 Over Goldengrove unleaving？

　　 Leaves， like the things of man， you

　　 With your fresh thoughts care for， can you？

　　 Ah！ as 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 will weep and know why.

　　 Now no matter， child， the name：

　　 Sorrow's springs are 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.

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