nature’s first green is
gold, her hardest hue to hold …
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.
Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost, as published in The Poetry of Robert Frost edited by Edward Connery Lathem. (Henry Holt and Company, New York, 1942)
Ashley River with Pink Grass along the marsh, from the Magnolia Plantation near Charleston, SC.