Hannibal

Fireflies in the Garden

Nothing Gold Can Stay

IN THE CLEARING
(Eight Poems by Robert Frost)

Coro Allegro, David Hodgkins conductor
Church of the Covenant, Boston, Mass.

I. Hannibal
Was there ever a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time too vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?

VI. Fireflies in the Garden
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies
That, though they never equal stars in size
(And they were never really stars at heart),
Achieve at times a very starlike start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.

VIII. Nothing Gold Can Stay
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.