Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

Peace - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies--
You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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