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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This poem brings tears to the eyes! Thanks for sharing. Did you know my brother has the last line tattooed on his arm?
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