On The Dunes Poem by Sara Teasdale

On The Dunes

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IF there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea.
If life was small, if it has made me scornful,
Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame
In the great calm of death, and if you want me
Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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