Spring and Fall

This poem is written by Margaret....

This is sadest piem i ever read.

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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