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.
       
      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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