Celia Thaxter

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

Celia Thaxter Poems

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

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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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Slumber Song

Thou little child, with tender, clinging arms,
Drop thy sweet head, my darling, down and rest
Upon my shoulder, rest with all thy charms;
Be soothed and comforted, be loved and blessed.

Against thy silken, honey-colored hair
I lean a loving cheek, a mute caress;
Close, close I gather thee and kiss thy fair
White eyelids, sleep so softly doth oppress.

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