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.
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
2 comments:
I love that poem. Have you read "The Outsiders"? It's one of my favorite books.
~Kendra
@Kendra--Yes, waaaaaaay back when I was your age. I still remember it, and Frost is one of my favorite poets, so that poem has stayed in my head lo these many years :)
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