Celia Thaxter

“The barren island dreams in flowers, while blowAnd clasp with girdle white the iron shore.”

“The heart of God through his creation stirs,Triumphant over doubt and pain and death.”

“The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm;And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.”

“What though our eyes with tears be wet?That sunrise never failed us yet!”

“Already the dandelionsAre changed into vanishing ghosts.”

“O brief, bright smile of summer! And worship her every mood.”

“Across the narrow beach we flit,The scattered driftwood, bleached and dry.”