{"id":746,"date":"2013-07-28T16:32:53","date_gmt":"2013-07-28T23:32:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=746"},"modified":"2016-04-27T12:53:45","modified_gmt":"2016-04-27T19:53:45","slug":"0728","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/07\/28\/0728\/","title":{"rendered":"0728"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/072013\/0728.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0728<br \/>\nStay golden pony boy<\/p>\n<p><strong>Nothing Gold Can Stay<\/strong><br \/>\nBy Robert Frost<\/p>\n<p>Nature&#8217;s first green is gold,<br \/>\nHer hardest hue to hold.<br \/>\nHer early leaf&#8217;s a flower;<br \/>\nBut only so an hour.<br \/>\nThen leaf subsides to leaf,<br \/>\nSo Eden sank to grief,<br \/>\nSo dawn goes down to day<br \/>\nNothing gold can stay.<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"0728 Stay golden pony boy Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost 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.\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>0728 Stay golden pony boy Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost Nature&#8217;s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf&#8217;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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[46],"class_list":["post-746","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic","tag-bed"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/746"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=746"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/746\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":747,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/746\/revisions\/747"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=746"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=746"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=746"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}