Gerald Manley Hopkins Spring and Fall: to a young child M�RGAR�T, are you gr�eving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Le�ves, l�ke 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 w�ll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: S�rrow's spr�ngs are 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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