Sara Teasdale — On the Dunes

If there is any life when death is over,        &nbsp These tawny beaches will know much of me, I shall come back, as constant and as changeful        &nbsp As the unchanging, many-colored sea. If life was small, if it has made me scornful,        &nbsp Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame In the great calm of death, and if you want me        &nbsp Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.