Margaret, are you grieving <br />Over Goldengrove unleaving? <br />Leaves, like the things of man, you <br />With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? <br />Ah! as the heart grows older <br />It will come to such sights colder <br />By and by, nor spare a sigh <br />Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; <br />And yet you will weep and know why. <br />Now no matter, child, the name: <br />Sorrow's springs are the same. <br />Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed <br />What heart heard of, ghost guessed: <br />It is the blight man was born for, <br />It is Margaret you mourn for.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-and-fall-to-a-young-child/
