Friday, January 24, 2014

In the Mood for a Repost . . .

Nothing Gold Can Stay
- 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.

from: The Poetry of Robert Frost. Copyright 1942.

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