“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… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
