In the final item of last Thursday's column, I mistakenly referred to the poet Robert Frost as a "native New Englander," when, in fact, he was born in California and did not move to Massachusetts until age 11. Thank you to reader Jeffrey R. Manning for pointing this out. The Sun regrets the error, as does the Son of the former Rose Popolo.

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.

-- Yale Review, 1923