The beauty of the world hath made me sad,
This beauty that will pass;
Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy
To see a leaping squirrel in a tree,
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One of my favourite poems. When I learned it at school it made me cry and I'm now eighty one and when I read it today I cried.
Margo, I also learned it in Scoil Mhuire in Dublin. It made me cry back then, and tears flow again today while reading it, as I begin my 85th year on earth.
I recall learning this beautiful poem as I could identify with the happening he wrote about as I lived in the countryside and as the years passed and my youth with them, my eyes fill with tears as I often reflect upon those beautiful memories my eyes have seen,
My sentiments exactly, Mattie.