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The Soul, Unguarded Now | Terry Wall and David Bell reflect on poems by R Frost, G M Hopkins, & W B Yeats
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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.
As kingfishers catch fire
When you are old
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The Soul, Unguarded Now | Three poems by Robert Frost, Gerard Manley Hopkins and William Butler Yeats
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