Sara Teasdale

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

Tides - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing
Where the starlike sea gulls soar;
The sun was keen and the foam was blowing
High on the rocky shore.

But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in resistless yearning
Are broken forevermore.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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