Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Sue mentioned Roberts Frost's poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay. Here it is:

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.

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