L'OISEAU BLEU - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems


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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.