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. An Empty Threat
2. The Egg and the Machine
3. The Exposed Nest
4. Into My Own
5. A Peck of Gold

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