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 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.


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