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Dec022008

The Lone and Dreary World

Lone Tree in the Morning Mist, by Jack R. Johanson

Spring and Fall
to a young child

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 & by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep & know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

--Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

Reader Comments (5)

How could I have never heard of this poem before? I think it should be required reading!

December 2, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterHeidi Ashworth

Gorgeous. All of it.

December 2, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterBrillig

I love Hopkins. D introduced me to him, although I'm surprised I hadn't heard of him earlier. But D's love of Hopkins makes my own all the more!

December 2, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJen of A2eatwrite

So beautiful. I had never read this before... thank you for posting.

December 2, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterVirtualsprite

Ah, good old Hopkins. Nuff said.

December 2, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterTyler

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