poem by Robert frost
Natures first green is gold.
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leafs 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
poem by Robert frost
Natures first green is gold.
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leafs 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