Nature
The Upper Skies Are Palest Blue
From Shorter Poems, Book IV
Nature
The upper skies are palest blue
Mottled with pearl and fretted snow:
With tattered fleece of inky hue
Close overhead the storm-clouds go.
Their shadows fly along the hill
And o'er the crest mount one by one:
The whitened planking of the mill
Is now in shade and now in sun.
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Bridges, Robert. “The Upper Skies Are Palest Blue.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bridges/163/.
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Bridges, Robert. “The Upper Skies Are Palest Blue.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bridges/163/.
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