Nothing Gold Can Stay-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.

Coasting Down the Hill-Anonymous

Frosty is the morning;
But the sun is bright,
Flooding all the landscape
With its golden light.
Hark the sounds of laughter
And the voices shrill!
See the happy children
Coasting down the hill.

There are Tom and Charley,
And their sister Nell;
There are John and Willie,
Kate and Isabel,—