Last work, first green

“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.”

(R. Frost in Nothing gold can stay)
Liège (B)

Our thrones decay

“Still flows the ancient fount sublime; —
But, ah, for my heart, shed tears, shed tears;
Not it, but love, has scorn of time,
It turns to dust beneath the years.”

(G.W. Russell from Homeward: Songs by the Way)
Heusden-Zolder (B)

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