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: 67