I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop? 3.Spring and Fall to a young child by G.M.Hopkins(1844-1889) 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. 春和秋 霍普金斯 玛格丽特，你也要对着 那金色的林苑落叶伤悲？I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop? 3. Spring and Fall to a young child by G. M. Hopkins(1844-1889) 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. 春和秋 霍普金斯 玛格丽特，你也要对着 那金色的林苑落叶伤悲？