<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354161" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sandpiper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the lonely beach we flit, <br>One little sandpiper and I, <br>And fast I gather, but by bit, <br>The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry. <br>The wild waves reach their hands for it, <br>The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, <br>As up and down the beach we flit, <br>One little sandpiper and I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above our heads the sullen clouds <br>Scud, black and swift, across the sky: <br>Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds <br>Stand out the white light-houses high. <br>Almost as far as eye can reach <br>I see the close-reefed vessels fly, <br>As fast we flit along the beach, <br>One little sandpiper and I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I watch him as he skims along, <br>Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; <br>He starts not at my fitful song, <br>Nor flash of fluttering drapery. <br>He has no thought of any wrong, <br>He scans me with a fearless eye; <br>Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, <br>The little sandpiper and I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night, <br>When the loosed storm breaks furiously? <br>My drift-wood fire will burn so bright! <br>To what warm shelter canst thou fly? <br>I do not fear for thee, though wroth <br>The tempest rushes through the sky; <br>For are we not God's children both, <br>Thou, little sandpiper, and I?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Celia+Thaxter">Celia Thaxter</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354161" data-title="The Sandpiper de Celia Thaxter" data-description="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 beac..."></div> </div> </div>

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