I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.
I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
"Be kind and take me back!"
But the thirsty tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.
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Sara Teasdale is a great Sara Teasdale and poet! I love this Sara Teasdale poem! Thank you Sara Teasdale for writing this amazing Sara Teasdale poem!
It's an awesome poem, I really wish I could meet this Fabulous poet
This is an incredible poem to show what a river thinks when it ends up in the bleak, murky sea. Brilliant poem by sar a Teasdale, keep up the good work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... and thus was spoiled innocence of a soul! ! by the cruelty of this world and the hardships of life and the inhumane behavior of people all around...