Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Nothing Gold Can Stay

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.

1. Good-by and Keep Cold
2. Flower-Gathering
3. Storm Fear
4. Plowmen
5. The Cocoon

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