Frosttonight thomas mas
Frost tonight by Edith M. Thomas, redforlibberbox.org by Marianne. 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 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-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.
