Gerard Manley Hopkins

Spring & Fall

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to a young child
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 |&| by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you w{'i}ll weep |&| know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What h{'e}art h{'e}ard of, gh{'o}st gu{'e}ssed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

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