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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Sara TeasdaleTimeline (1884 - 1933) |
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Peace
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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.
1915
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