Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 52

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LII L'OISEAU BLEU
The lake lay blue below the hill. O'er it, as I looked, there flewAcross 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.

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