Nothing Gold Can Stay

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.

by Robert Frost

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The brevity makes it all the more pleasurable.
poem is easy and nice
It is an outstanding poem
Nice poem
I love how Nature laughs in the second line.
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