Moth Moon Poem by Florence Ripley Mastin

Moth Moon



Moth Moon, a-flutter in the lilac tree,
With pollen of the white stars on thy wings,
Oh! would I shared thy flight, thy fantasy,
The aimless beauty of thy brightenings!
A worker, wed to Purpose and Things,
Earth-worn I turn from Day's sufficiency.
One lethéd hour that duty never brings,
Oh! one dim hour to drift, Moth Moon, with thee!

Friday, January 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: aimless,fantasy,moon,wings
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Florence Ripley Mastin

Florence Ripley Mastin

Pennsylvania / United States
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