robert frost

[__ambivalent__]

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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[she_rolls_a_7]

One of my all time favorite poems. That's actually one of my favorite lines, "Nothing gold can stay"