The Bluebird
The lake lay Blue, below the hill.
O'er it, as I looked, there flew across the water
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
The lake lay blue below the hill.
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