Frosttonight thomas vb
Frost Tonight by Edith M. Thomas Read for LibriVox.org by Tvarish 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 sell a fourth, 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-lead flowers I heed a voice in the shrinking hours Frost tonight, so clear and dead still Half sad, half proud, my arms I fill End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
