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.
I'm thinking this is the autumn of their childhood.
4 comments:
I was just thinking of that poem yesterday...not in relation to childhood, though. Is that a tough thought?
Actually...no :)
I was also looking at the gold leaves through the windows outside.
Hey it's Maria
I'm in keyboarding class right now but I'm done so i thought I'd leave you a comment! Have a good day
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I really like the poem. Thanks for sharing.
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