Frosttonight thomas gb
Frost Tonight by Edith M Thomas Read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton 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, 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 gather 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.
