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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE CANE: NOVEMBER COTTON FLOWER by JEAN TOOMER MERCURY; ON LOSING MY POCKET MILTON AT LUSS NEAR BEN LOMOND by ROBERT ANDREWS PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: INTRODUCTORY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION |