So Eden Sank to Grief

I am a British Literature enthusiast, but there is one American Poet that just moves me beyond others. Robert Frost. How can you NOT love him?

Here is one my favourite poems for fall:

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.