The Unchanging

By Sara Teasdale

Sun-swept beaches with a light wind blowing

From the immense blue circle of the sea,

And the soft thunder where long waves whiten —

These were the same for Sappho as for me.

Two thousand years — much has gone by forever,

Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men —

But here on the beaches that time passes over

The heart aches now as then.