Muse Day November
Spring and FallBy Gerard Manley Hopkinsto a young childMargaret are you grievingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leaves, like the things of man, youWith your fresh thoughts care for,Ah! As the heart grows olderIt will come to such sights colderBy and by, nor spare a sighThough worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie:And yet you will weep and know why.Now mo matter, child, the name:Sorrow’s springs are the same.Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressedWhat heart heard of, ghost guessed:It is the blight man…