MonoMonday190 A favourite poem

One of my favourite poets is Gerard Manley Hopkins and  the poem that I've chosen is Spring and Fall.  My reason for choosing this particular one is that it is the first of his works that I was introduced to by our wonderful English teacher at secondary school, who rejoiced in the name of Pennant Greaves. 
Creating an image to accompany the poem proved more challenging:  I thought that I might enlist Violet's help and she was keen to assist.  Unfortunately getting her to look even remotely pensive, let alone unhappy proved impossible!  My main picture is the best I could manage and the extra shows another of her attempts at looking serious...

Below, the poem  for those interested:

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.
Nor 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.