Frosttonight thomas lcw
Frost Tonight by Edith M. Thomas Red for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson 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 drain by the garden side. The dahlias I might not touch till to-night, A 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
