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...TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER A POET'S FANCIES: 8. THE MODERN POET; A SONG OF DERIVATIONS by ALICE MEYNELL THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM WHY THUS LONGING by HARRIET WINSLOW SEWALL THE MISTRESS; A SONG by JOHN WILMOT TO MY FIANCEE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |