Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
— Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay
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A Year of Poetry – Day 184
Posted by daddybear71 on October 24, 2016
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