I was thinking about this poem's famous last line this week, which sent me off looking for the entire verse. Seems like a good choice for an Autumn-hued Friday.
One of our most beloved American poets doesn't need much in the way of introduction, but if you want to read a little about Robert Frost, here it is.
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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