Spring And Fall: To A Young Child

[Verse:] MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves, líke 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 ís the blight man was born for It is Margaret you mourn for