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Sara Teasdale - Tides
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Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing 
Where the starlike sea gulls soar; 
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 
Are broken forevermore.
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