Frost On Life

Jerimy Black (sickpup@vnet.net)
Sat, 14 Oct 95 10:26:50 -0700

Submitted for your approval... (Always wanted to say that)
A poem by Robert Frost quoted in the book "The Outsiders" by S.
E. Hinton (and numerous other places I'm sure).

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour
So leaf subsides to leaf
So eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay