Literature of Stud

The Sandpiper by Celia Thaxter

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 beach we flit, 

One little sandpiper and I. 

Above our heads the sullen clouds 

Scud, black and swift, across the sky: 

Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds 

Stand out the white light-houses high. 

Almost as far as eye can reach 

I see the close-reefed vessels fly, 

As fast we flit along the beach, 

One little sandpiper and I. 

I watch him as he skims along, 

Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; 

He starts not at my fitful song, 

Nor flash of fluttering drapery. 

He has no thought of any wrong, 

He scans me with a fearless eye; 

Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, 

The little sandpiper and I. 

Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night, 

When the loosed storm breaks furiously? 

My drift-wood fire will burn so bright! 

To what warm shelter canst thou fly? 

I do not fear for thee, though wroth 

The tempest rushes through the sky; 

For are we not God's children both, 

Thou, little sandpiper, and I?

Conclusion:

For me, this poem explains about friendship. She connects the relationship of sandpiper and her. Through ups and down they’ve been together. But I also believe that the author wants to show how innocent and how peaceful it would be near the sea.

Joelbyn A. Datu

The Rabbit by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

When they said the time to hide was mine, 

I hid back under a thick grape vine. 

And while I was still for the time to pass, 

A little grey thing came out of the grass. 

He hopped his way through the melon bed 

And sat down close by a cabbage head. 

He sat down close where I could see, 

And his big still eyes looked hard at me, 

His big eyes bursting out of the rim, 

And I looked back very hard at him.

Conclusion:

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