by Sara Teasdale
Tides
Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing
When the starlike sea gulls sour;
The sun was keen and the foam was blowing
high on the rocky shore.
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar, And the waves that rose in
resistless yearning
And broken forevermore. (pg 35)
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