favorite robert f poem

Nature’s 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

commentary on above: http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/a_f/frost/gold.htm and
http://poemshape.wordpress.com/2011/01/09/the-making-of-robert-frosts-nothing-gold-can-stay/

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