Friday Poem: 'Nothing Gold Can Stay'
A poem for late autumn 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.
A Poem For Every Night of the Year is an eclectic collection of 366 classic and contemporary poems, compiled and introduced by Allie Esiri.
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