Spring & Fall

Gerard Manley Hopkins

to a young child

Margaret, re you greving	
Over Goldengrove unleaving?	
Leves, lke 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:	        
Srrows sprngs re the same.	
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed	
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:	
It s the blight man was born for,	
It is Margaret you mourn for.

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