Nature -Poem
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then the leaf subsides into a leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
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Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then the leaf subsides into a leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.