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 to day. Nothing gold can stay.
—from New Hampshire (Vintage Classics), a book by Robert Frost
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| Default (English) | 1,182 | 63.47 | August 3, 2020 |