Sara Teasedale: Peace


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.