ON THE DUNES
by: Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
- F 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.
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- 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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