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Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас)


«Frost to Night»


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.



Edith Matilda Thomas's other poems:
  1. Thefts of the Morning
  2. The War of Bread
  3. Black Flag!
  4. The Betrayal of the Rose
  5. Breath of Hampstead Heath


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