“Nothing Gold Can Stay,” by Robert Frost

Celebrate National Poetry Month — here, suggested by a friend, is Robert Frost’s “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”

Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963

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.