Thursday, April 19, 2012

Peace

by Sara Teasdale

Peace flows into me
  As the tide to the pool by the shore;
  It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
  That worships the vivid sky;
  My hopes were heaven-high,
They are 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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