♫ Margaret, are you grieving ♫ ♫ Over Goldengrove unleaving, by and by? ♫ ♫ Leaves, like the things of man, you ♫ ♫ With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? ♫ ♫ But as the heart grows older ♫ ♫ It will come to such sights much colder ♫ ♫ By and by, nor spare a sigh ♫ ♫ Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; ♫ ♫ And yet you will weep and you'll know why. ♫ ♫ No matter child, the name: ♫ ♫ Sorrow's springs are all the same ♫ ♫ They're all the same. ♫ ♫ Nor mouth had nor no mind expressed ♫ ♫ What heart heard of, ghost had guessed: ♫ ♫ It's the blight man was born for, ♫ ♫ It is Margaret that you mourn for ♫ Thank you so much.
♫ Margaret ♫ ♫ tuguješ li ♫ ♫ zato što u Goldengroveu ♫ ♫ pada lišće, sada ♫ ♫ Možeš li se brinuti za lišće, kao o stvarima ♫ ♫ ljudi, ti ♫ ♫ sa svojim čistim mislima ♫ ♫ možeš li? ♫ ♫ No kako srce stari ♫ ♫ postat će prema takvim prizorima ♫ ♫ ravnodušnije ♫ ♫ Uskoro ♫ ♫ ne štedeći ni uzdaha ♫ ♫ Svjetovi ♫ ♫ tamnih šuma ostat će bez lišća ♫ ♫ ipak ćeš plakati ♫ ♫ i znat ćeš zašto ♫ ♫ Bez obzira, dijete, na ime ♫ ♫ Proljećâ tuge su sva ista ♫ ♫ Sva su ista ♫ ♫ Nema ni ustiju ♫ ♫ ni uma izraženih ♫ ♫ što je srce čulo ♫ ♫ duh je pogodio ♫ ♫ Propali je ♫ ♫ čovjek rođen za to ♫ ♫ Margaret je ta ♫ ♫ koju oplakuješ ♫ Puno vam hvala.