The Unchanging

by Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

SUN-SWEPT beaches with a light wind blowing
From the immense blue circle of the sea,
And the soft thunder where long waves whiten-
These were the same for Sappho as for me.
Two thousand years-much has gone by forever,
Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men-
But here on the beaches that time passes over
The heart aches now as then.





Last updated January 14, 2019