Sara Teasdale — The Unchanging

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