A Golden Soul Returns Home

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.

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