Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

Shorter Poems. Book IV. 3. “The Upper Skies Are Palest Blue”

The upper skies are palest blue
Mottled with pearl and fretted snow:
With tattered fleece of inky hue
Close overhead the stormclouds 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.

1. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 13. The Windmill
2. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 7. “Gáy Róbin Is Seen No More”
3. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 23. “The storm is over, the land hushes to rest”
4. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 4. “The Clouds Have Left the Sky”
5. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 10. “O Love, my muse, how was’t for me”

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