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 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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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
Contemplation time - Poem by Sara Teasdale 1884 - 1933 "Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. In 1918 she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs."