Frosttonight thomas bk
Frost to-night by Edith M. Thomas Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuck Apple green west and an orange bar And the crystal eye of a lone one star And, child, take the shears and cut what you will
Frost to-night, so clear and dead still Then I sally forth, half sad, half proud And I come to the velvet imperial crowd The wine red, the gold, the crimson, the pied The dahlias that rain by the garden side
The dahlias I might not touch till to-night A gleam of the shears in the fading light And I gathered them all, the splendid throng And in one great sheaf I bore them along In my garden of life, with its all-late flowers
I heed a voice in the shrinking hours Frost to-night, so clear and dead still Half sad, half proud, my arms I fill
