By 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.

by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because there words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, […]