Nothing Gold Can Stay

Natures first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leafs 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.
By Robert Frost

Edited by Renoir Houel

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