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.
- 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.