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