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.
"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
Robert Frost, 1923
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"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
Robert Frost, 1923
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