Frosttonight thomas lah
Frost Tonight by Edith M. Thomas. Red for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. 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. 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,
the gleam of the shears and 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. Frost tonight, so clear and dead still.
