Peace

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 pol of gold
When sunset burns and dies —
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.

— Sara Teasdale