Gold

                                                         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.

                                                                                             - Robert Frost

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