Spring and Fall. 
By Hopkins, Gerard Manley.

(To a young child)

M·rgarÈt, ·re you grÌeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Le·ves, lÌke 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 will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
SÛrrow's sprÌngs ·re the same.
Nor mouth had, nor no mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It Ìs the blight man was born for, 
It is Margaret you mourn for.