Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsidies to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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By Robert Frost
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Poetry 101
PoetryThis is a collection of poems for fellow poetry lovers. (I didn't write any of these)