Poem: Peace Sara Teasdale 1884 (St. Louis) - 1933 (New York City) 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 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.
Poem: Peace
Sara Teasdale 1884 (St. Louis) - 1933 (New York City)
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 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.