Spring and Fall

  • Spring and Fall

  • to a young child
  • Márgarét, áre you gríeving
  • Over Goldengrove unleaving?
  • Leáves, like the things of man, you
  • With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
  • Áh! ás 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 wíll weep and know why.
  • Now no matter, child, the name:
  • Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
  • Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
  • What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
  • It is the blight man was born for,
  • It is Margaret you mourn for.
photograph of a golden maple tree
“Goldengrove,” (i.e., a golden maple)
(See “Spring and Fall,” line 2)

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