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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OLD LEM by STERLING ALLEN BROWN SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS by COUNTEE CULLEN A DEATH SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LINCOLN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY OUT OF THE HILLS by IRENE ARCHER THE OUTLAW'S SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE RAILWAY BOOM, 1845 by T. BAKER |