I came from the sunny valley

I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its grey expanses
My peace would come to me.

I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
“Be kind and take me back!”

But the thirsty tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.

~ Sara Teasdale “The River”