Spring and Fall 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 life; And yet you will weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sorrow's springs are the same... ...It is the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.