Celia Thaxter

(29 June 1835 – 25 August 1894 / Portsmouth, New Hampshire)

Celia Thaxter Poems

1. Thora 1/3/2003
2. The Spaniards' Graves 1/3/2003
3. The Shag 1/3/2003
4. The Sandpiper 1/3/2003
5. The Pimpernel 3/21/2012
6. Spring 3/21/2012
7. Song 3/21/2012
8. Slumber Song 1/3/2003
9. Seaward To____ 3/21/2012
10. Regret 3/21/2012
11. Off Shore 1/3/2003
12. May Morning 3/21/2012
13. Lars 1/3/2003
14. Land-Locked 1/3/2003
15. Karen 1/3/2003
16. Imprisoned 3/21/2012
17. Guests 1/3/2003
18. Dust 1/3/2003
19. Connoisseurs 1/3/2003
20. Compensation 1/3/2003
21. Alone 3/21/2012
22. A Tryst 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Celia Thaxter

The Sandpiper

Across the lonely beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I,
And fast I gather, but by bit,
The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry.
The wild waves reach their hands for it,
The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,
As up and down the beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I.

Above our heads the sullen clouds
Scud, black and swift, across the sky:
Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds
Stand out the white light-houses high.
Almost as far as eye can reach
I see the close-reefed vessels fly,
As fast we flit along the beach,
One ...

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A Tryst

From out the desolation of the North
An iceberg took it away,
From its detaining comrades breaking forth,
And traveling night and day.

At whose command? Who bade it sail the deep
With that resistless force?
Who made the dread appointment it must keep?
Who traced its awful course?

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