by Sara Teasedale
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.