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.
SPRING AND FALL / GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
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"I AM GOING TO DIE of boredom!" the brunette boy groaned, a half empty cup of tea in front of him as it already grew colder and colder with each passing minute of his constant complaining. George was absolutely bored out of his mind; as he was a fiery person, a hellraiser, a free spirit longing for any kind of adventure or opportunity - he hated being bored. On the opposite side of the kitchen table, sat an annoyed Oliver, desperately trying to finish his breakfast in peace. Though, knowing his best friend, peace was never an option.
"And I will stab your eyes out with this fork." the blonde teen threatened, clearly irritated. George rolled his eyes, letting out an agonizing groan. "Please do!" he replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned back into his chair, "At least then I won't be forced to watch you moping around all day." he added, causing Oliver to send him a glare. "I'm not moping." he defended as the other laughed lowly.
"Sure, sure." he answered. He sat there, silent for a couple of moments as he was determined to bore the blonde untill he's finished his breakfast. "But, you wanna know what I think?" he started as Oliver responded with a loud groan. "I donot, but you're going to say it anyways, so..." he released a breath, poking at his breakfast lazily as George offered him a small smile.
"You're right - I am going to say it anyways." he proudly stated as he cleared his throat, "So, obviously, a way to a woman's heart is through jealousy." he exclaimed as a matter of factly as Oliver raised an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me?" the blonde responded as George shushed him, wildly waving his arms around. "Now I know that you'd never admit it, but you and I both know why you've been so depressed since the party." he said, causing Oliver to roll his eyes, throwing his head back as he stood up from his chair, leaving his breakfast on the table as he quickly exited the kitchen, George already on his feet as he dashed to follow his best friend.
"And I was thinking, since Blythe is leaving tomorrow and all, that'd be your perfect chance!" he yelled after him as he tried to catch up to the tall blonde, "I have developed a fool - proof plan that will make her swoon for you in no time." he informed as Oliver let out a laugh. "Clearly you haven't heard what she had to say. She said she doesn't want to talk to me ever again." Oliver reminded him as George skipped in front of him, stopping him in his tracks in the middle of the hall.
