Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Tides

  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.

1. The Flight
2. April Song
3. Songs out of Sorrow
4. I Would Live in Your Love
5. The Tree of Song

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