Nature's First Green is Gold,

                                                           Her hardest hue to hold.

                                                                       Her early leafs 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.

Poem by Robert Frost

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