Frosttonight thomas kara
Frost tonight, by Edith M. Thomas. Red for LibriVox.org by Kara Schallenberg. 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 to-night, The 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-leaf flowers, I heed a voice in the shrinking hours, Frost tonight, so clear and dead still, Half sad, half proud, my arms I fill.
The End of Poem. This recording is in the public domain.
