Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963


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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Illustration Friday: Tattoo

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