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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This is an incredible poem to show what a river thinks when it ends up in the bleak, murky sea. Brilliant poem by sar a Teasdale, keep up the good work!
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Sara Teasdale is a great Sara Teasdale and poet! I love this Sara Teasdale poem! Thank you Sara Teasdale for writing this amazing Sara Teasdale poem!
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