Driftwood

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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,
As up and down the beach we flit–
One little sandpiper and I.


Celia Thaxter (“Laighton”) (1835–1894)

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