Why make so much of a fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet) -- Though some savants make earth include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so high, If only gives our wish for blue a whet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY THESE ENDURE by MARION H. ADDINGTON WELCOME GUEST by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES UNCLE AN' AUNT by WILLIAM BARNES SONNET: POOR LISA by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TELL ME by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 8. BEAM-VERSES AT WELL KNOWE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE ONE FOUNDATION by EDWARD CARPENTER |