Nothing Gold Can Stay
.
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 (from “New Hampshire,” 1923)
Friday, November 5th, 2010, 4:14 pm | 
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