Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

On the Dunes

  If there is any life when death is over,
   These tawny beaches will know much of me,
  I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
   As the unchanging, many-colored sea.

  If life was small, if it has made me scornful,
   Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame
  In the great calm of death, and if you want me
   Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.

1. Arcturus
2. Spring Torrents
3. Understanding
4. A Little While
5. White Fog

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