Sara Teansdale - Peace

Foto: Barbara Cole

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.




Sara Teasdale (Poetisa Norte-Americana, 1884-1933)

Biografia de Sara Teasdale