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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Peace

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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