Celia Thaxter
First Lines
A child looked up in the summer sky
Across the narrow beach we flit,
New! Amid bayberry, fern, sweet brier,
Bobolink shall play the violin,
By yonder sandy cove where, every day,
Climbing the Pincian Hill's long slope,
New! Coo, coo, my pretty doves, fly lightly here!
New! Heroes on History's height!
New! How cold and still! The keen, clear air
New! I lift my voice to the breeze,
I wake! I feel the day is near;
In the far-off land of Norway,
Little Gustava sits in the sun,
New! Lo, I come from dreamland dim,
New! Low burns the sunset and the dark is near:
New! O lightly moored the lilies lie,
New! O strong young son of a king!
New! O the warm, sweet, mellow summer noon,
Oh tell me, little children, have you seen her
New! Poor, sweet Piccola! Did you hear
The old-wives sit on the heaving brine,
New! The slow, cool, emerald breaker curving clear
The white dove sat on the sunny eaves,
The wind blows, the sun shines, the birds sing loud,
Thou little child, with tender, clinging arms,
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