NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
Robert Frost 1874 - 1963
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.
The new blog THE POETRY OF THOMAS HARDY is now online
A PERSONAL SCRAPBLOG No.7 WILL BE POSTED ON SATURDAY
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