Nothing Gold Can Stay (Blask złota zawsze zgaśnie)

A poem by David 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.

[via: Maas, David. (2005). Tracking how we change: Joseph Conrad's Insights on "Dating"
Ourselves. ETC: A Review of General Semantics, 62(3), 232-244]