This poem is more about Fall than Spring, but it is one of my favorites so I share it today. It is an old poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, written in the latter half of the 19th century.
SPRING AND FALL
to a young child
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves like the things of man, you
With you 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.
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