Rivers To The Sea
Sara Teasdale
But what of her whose heart is troubled by it, The mother who would soothe and set him free, Fearing the song’s storm-shaken ecstasy— Oh, as the moon that has no power to quiet The strong wind-driven sea.
But what of her whose heart is troubled by it, The mother who would soothe and set him free, Fearing the song’s storm-shaken ecstasy— Oh, as the moon that has no power to quiet The strong wind-driven sea.