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. |
March 26, 1874 - January 29, 1963 San Francisco
I heard this for the first time in 6th grade. Whenever I see natures beauty
or natures awful happenings I remember this poem.