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Poem by 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.
Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale's other poems:- Riches
- Enough
- Dusk in War Time
- Moods
- Child, Child
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Gerard Hopkins Peace ("When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut") William Yeats Peace ("AH, that Time could touch a form") Rupert Brooke Peace ("Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour") Henry Vaughan Peace ("My Soul, there is a country") Robert Anderson Peace ("Now, God be prais'd! we've peace at last") Gerald Massey Peace ("Yes, Peace is beautiful, and I do yearn") Eleanor Farjeon Peace ("I am as awful as my brother War") Robert Bloomfield Peace ("Halt! ye Legions, sheathe your Steel") George Herbert Peace ("SWEET Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave") Henry Van Dyke Peace ("Two dwellings, Peace, are thine") Charles Sorley Peace ("There is silence in the evening when the long days cease") December 1912Henry Newbolt Peace ("No more to watch by Night's eternal shore") Albery Whitman Peace ("As the raindrop on a flower") David Lawrence Peace ("PEACE is written on the doorstep")
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