Sarah Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Peace of poet Sarah Teasdale


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.