Celia Thaxter

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

Celia Thaxter Poems

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

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  • Someone (5/14/2018 5:35:00 PM)

    I really like your poem the sandpiper

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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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The Spaniards' Graves

O sailors, did sweet eyes look after you
The day you sailed away from sunny Spain?
Bright eyes that followed fading ship and crew,
Melting in tender rain?

Did no one dream of that drear night to be,
Wild with the wind, fierce with the stinging snow,
When on yon granite point that frets the sea,
The ship met her death-blow?

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