Nothing Gold Can Stay, a poem by Robert Frost at
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Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing Gold Can Stay

a 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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