Sara Teasdale Sara Teasdale 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.
Sara Teasdale, (1915)