Peace

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Title:     Peace
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by 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.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Peace

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