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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.

Written by
Sara Teasdale
1884-1933 / Female / American
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