October – Robert Frost’s Best?


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Nothing Gold Can StayOct 13

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

  • by Robert Frost

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