The Unchanging

by Sara Teasdale
Sun-swept beaches with a light wind blowing
 From the immense blue circle of the sea,
And the soft thunder where long waves whiten —
 These were the same for Sappho as for me.
Two thousand years — much has gone by forever,
 Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men —
But here on the beaches that time passes over
 The heart aches now as then.