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.
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How can you sum up a poem like this in 3 lines.. You can't..
It's about a man talking to(or around) a little girl who is crying because the leaves are falling from the trees as late autumn is present. She cares abouthte leaves as much as "the things of man" (mankind). He tells her that age will alter her innocence. A lot of leaves will fall and you won't feel sad, because as you grow older you will see that the world is full of death. Even though she can't articulate what she is feeling now. She is actually morning her own mortality. -
This is greatm I love the rhyme in this. This is great I love it. The story is great about the passing of time. This is a classic.
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