- [track the street, 45, 5]
- [wary eye, 45, 6]
- [easy wings, 45, 8]
- [nine at night, 45, 23]
- [filméd eyes, 46, 3]
- [hermit in the crowd, 46, 6]
- [thy lot is cast with men, 46, 8]
- [with unwilling feet, 46, 9]
- [dismiss the world, 46, 12]
- [half-felt wish for rest, 46, 13]
- [weary heart upfold, 46, 17]
- [throngs on beneath, 46, 20]
- [lapped in quiet, 46, 25]
- [bide my time, 46, 25]
THE SANDPIPER
CELIA THAXTER
Across 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,