Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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.
this is very good enlish poem
The poem begins at once in paradox:"green is gold ...leaf's a flower." At once,common knowledge,precise observation,and the implications of ancient associations are brought into conflicting play.Green is the first mark of spring,the assurance of life; yet in fact the first flush of vegetation for the New England birch and the willow is not green but the haze of delicate gold.Hence green is a theory or sign of spring; gold is the fact.Gold,precious and permanent as a metal,is here not considered as a metal but as a color.Its hue is described as hard to hold,as evanescent as wealth itself.