The lake lay blue below the hill. <br />O'er it, as I looked, there flew <br />Across the waters, cold and still, <br />A bird whose wings were palest blue. <br /> <br />The sky above was blue at last, <br />The sky beneath me blue in blue. <br />A moment, ere the bird had passed, <br />It caught his image as he flew.<br /><br />Mary Elizabeth Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-oiseau-bleu/
