I came from the sunny valleys,
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expances
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 ".