Poetry Tuesdays: Spring and Fall

Tuesdays are for posting public domain poetry. Why? Why not?

In reference to this poem I could go on about the recurrence of falling leaves as a symbol of death in Western literature, or the biblical allusion in lines 12–13 . . . but instead I will say that the last two lines send chills down my spine. Every time.

Spring And Fall: To a young child
Gerard Manley Hopkins

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.
No 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.