Frosttonight thomas spc
Frost Tonight by Edith M. Thomas Read for LibriVox.org by Stephen Christie 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 tonight, 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 tonight, 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 tonight, so clear and dead still, Half sad, half proud, my arms I fill.
