Nothing Gold Can Stay

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.
 
The colours, the world of paradise—Eden—is lost to us. Is, or was, always transient. But the sword which guards an intercourse between the two worlds may yet be the bridge that unites. 
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