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Florence Ripley Mastin

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Florence Ripley Mastin was born in Wayne, Pennsylvania, in 1886. She published several books of poetry, including Green Leaves (James T. White & Co., 1918) and Cables of Cobweb (H. Harrison, 1935). She died in 1968. 

by this poet


The gray path glided before me
Through cool, green shadows;
Little leaves hung in the soft air
Like drowsy moths;
A group of dark trees, gravely conferring,
Made me conscious of the gaucherie of sound;
Farther on, a slim lilac
Drew me down to her on the warm grass.
“How sweet


Night fell one year ago, like this.
He had been writing steadily.
Among these dusky walls of books,
How bright he looked, intense as flame!
Suddenly he paused,
The firelight in his hair,
And said, “The time has come to go.”
I took his hand;
We watched the logs burn out;


Out of the dark cup
Your voice broke like a flower.
It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.
The caress in its touch
Made my eyes close.