Sunday, November 21, 2010

Spring and Fall: To a young child

Márgarét, are you gríeving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leáves, líke the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Ah! 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.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

photo courtesy of Magnolia House


Camellia Day said...

Aw, how sweettt. :]

And I never liked that picture till I saw it on here. I think I might make a whole blog theme for you by the way. Would you like that?

RFP said...

Who are you and why have you invaded my blog????

But of course I would like it.

Camellia Day said...

I am your worst enemy. FEAR ME!

I'll work on that with your supervising.

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