Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Nothing Gold Can Stay - Poem 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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 12, 2015


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