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 lie; And yet you will weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sorrow's springs are 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE BRIDGE BUILDER by WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE LAMENT FOR [THE DEATH OF] THOMAS DAVIS by SAMUEL FERGUSON CHILD AND MOTHER by EUGENE FIELD TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BROOK: SUMMER by LAURA ABELL THE PRIDE OF BEAUTY by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE AUTHOR'S LAST WORDS TO HIS STUDENTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |