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. Bond and Free
2. Acceptance
3. The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
4. Mowing
5. The Housekeeper

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