Peace

Sara Teasdale

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 me.

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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