The River

I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.

I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
"Be kind and take me back!"

But the thirsty tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.

by Sara Teasdale

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I am set to light the ground While the beetle goes his round SYLVA- ONYEMA UBA
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in my a dream in my a dream world is large but Allah the best of the best wherever and whenever Junglorong, 6 May 2015
Interesting poem...........Nice
Blake's ability to blend rhyme into the simple narrative is what gives his work so much power & beauty. It lodges inside the heart, making the human associations so compelling & profound.
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