Tuesday, October 17, 2006

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

by Robert Frost

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.

You can read and listen to a variety of Robert Frost poems at Robert Frost Out Loud.

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