Nature

Peace

by Sara Teasdale 1884–1933

From Rivers to the Sea

Nature

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.

MLA

Teasdale, Sara. “Peace.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/12/.

Chicago

Teasdale, Sara. “Peace.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/12/.

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