American Poem #4

 This poem is slightly sad. The poet provides evidence for his conclusion. You decide for yourself whether or not it's true.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost

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.

Other Poems by Robert Frost: "Acquainted with the Night," "Mending Wall," "The Road Not Taken," "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"