Fragmentary BlueWhy make so much of fragmentary blueIn 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,It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

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