The River by Sara Teasdale — Read

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.