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Tag: Sara Teasdale


Poet: Sara Teasdale

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;

It Is Not a Word

Poet: Sara Teasdale

It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,

But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,

Two Songs for Solitude

Poet: Sara Teasdale

The Crystal Gazer

I shall gather myself into myself again,
     I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
     Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.