Peace

Sara TeasdaleSara Teasdale

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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.
Sara Teasdale
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Sara Teasdale

1884 - 1933/Female/AmericanA lyric poet who wrote collections mostly about her loneliness.

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