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.

Robert Frost (1874 – 1963)

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