@Ikph224 20 February 2021

Spring and Fall

This poem is written by Margaret.... This is sadest piem i ever read. ..... ........ ............ Márgarét, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves like 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........ I hope you will appreciate it. @bheng620