The lake lay blue below the hill,
O'er it, as i looked, there flew
Across the waters, cold and still,
A Bird whose wings were palest blue.
The sky above was blue at last,
the sky beneath me blue in blue,
A moment, ere the bird had passed,
It caught his image as he flew.
- Mary E. Coleridge
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