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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... and thus was spoiled innocence of a soul! ! by the cruelty of this world and the hardships of life and the inhumane behavior of people all around...