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Nothing Gold Can Stay
by William SimpsonAutumn'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. 11/08/2006 Author's Note: by Robert Frost
Posted on 11/09/2006
Copyright © 2024 William Simpson
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| Posted by V. Blake on 11/21/17 at 12:45 AM Dear everybody: I should not have picked this as POTD. Misclicked, and there's no taking it back now. Enjoy some Robert Frost, posted by a guy who hasn't logged in since 2012. |
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