As you read, it seems like every line is saying "Nothing Gold Can Stay"—just in a different way in each line, and that notion is quite radical. The title doesn't just say that most gold things don't last. It tells us that nothing and absolutely nothing, gold does. You might look at some gold jewelry and think to yourself, "I paid a lot of money for this jewelry, this will never fade" and you would probably be right. But this is not the kind of “gold” Robert Frost is talking about in the poem. He means the “gold” of the first day of summer, of a child's birth, of anything in life that someone would consider perfect and make someone happy, like the Garden of Eden or a beautiful
