Gerard Manley Hopkins’ beautiful poem, Spring and Fall To A Young Child, perfectly captures both the loss of falling autumnal leaves and a child’s perception of her own mortality - pertinent on these three days of Allhallowtide. 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. Listen: