I CAME from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray 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”
From: Rivers To The Sea collection of poems
Other Poems about Rivers
- Low Anchored Cloud Henry Thoreau
- Two Rivers – Ralph Waldo Emerson
- A Spring View – Tu Fu
- Deep with Snow– Horace