by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
Language: English
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.
Composition:
- Set to music by Dominick DiOrio , "Peace", 2013 [ baritone and piano ], from A Ghost Through the Winding Years, no. 5
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Peace", appears in Rivers to the Sea, first published 1915
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-06-04
Line count: 12
Word count: 68