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.

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Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.








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Transcribed and formatted for Internet reading, with addition of line numbers and edits to footnotes, from the 1923 (Henry Holt and Company) hardcover edition of New Hampshire by Robert Frost.