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 is peace!"
My serene heart said.

Then, suddenly, in a curve of the road,
Red tulips!
A bright battalion, swaying,
They marched with fluttering flags,
And gay fifes playing!

A swift flame leapt in my heart;
I burned with passion;
I was tainted with cruelty;
I wanted to march in the wind,
To tear the silence with gay music,
And to slash the sober green
Until it sobbed and bled.

The tulips have found me out.

About this poem
"Discovery" was published in "Green Leaves" (James T. White & Co., 1918).

About Florence Ripley Mastin
Florence Ripley Mastin was born in Wayne, Penn., in 1886. She published several books of poetry, including "Green Leaves" (1918) and "Cables of Cobweb" (1935). She died in 1968.

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