This was one of my teacher’s (the one who recently passed away) favorite poems. I was reading my 6th grade notebook, and I saw that I had written down this and another poem as her favorite because she told us in class, I guess. I can’t read the other title, but I managed to decipher “Nothing Gold Will 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.