The End of Autumn

Nothing Gold Can Stay
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.

Quote:

No one knows what he can do until he tries. --Publiluis Syrus

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