Edith M. Thomas: "Frost To-Night"

Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff

"Frost To-Night"

Edith M. Thomas

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 to-night — 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 reign by the garden-side.
The dahlias I might not touch till to-night!
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 to-night — so clear and dead-still" …
Half sad, half proud, my arms I fill.
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