Question

What does this poem mean?

Nature's fist 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.

Answer 1

Answer: Well the other person answered first so i'm just here to collect my points.

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Answer 2

Beauty cannot last forever