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The Sandpiper by Celia Thaxter (1835-1894) portrays the companionship between the narrator and a sandpiper bird as they navigate a lonely beach. The poem captures the dynamic and ever-changing coastal environment, with vivid descriptions of the waves, wind, and vessels at sea.
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.
May 13, 2011 · The Sandpiper. Celia Thaxter 1835 (Portsmouth) – 1894 (Appledore Island) Childhood. Melancholy. Nature. 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,
The Sandpiper. by Celia Thaxter. Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood 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, --.
The Sandpiper. ACROSS the narrow beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood 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.
The Sandpiper. ACROSS the narrow beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood 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.
The Sandpiper. by Celia Laighton Thaxter. A CROSS the lonely beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood, 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 —.
