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Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.
— Sky
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.
I tell you naught for your comfort, And the sea rises higher.
Look up to the sky If you're looking down.
The sky is low, the clouds are mean
The mountain at a given distance And that's the skies!
I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
And over all the sky — the sky! far, far out of reach, studded, breaking out, the eternal stars.
And they were canopied by the blue sky,That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
Arrestment, sudden really as a bolt out of the blue has hit strange victims.
How bravely Autumn paints upon the skyThe gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
Bolt from the blue.
The skykeep their diary.
When it is evening, ye say it will be fair weather: for the sky is red.
The planets in their station list'ning stood.
When children from other countries are telling us that we've made them fear the sky, it might be time to ask some hard questions.
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,As impotently moves as you or I.
From hyperborean skies,Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
A sky full of silent suns.
Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two moments together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost Divine in its infinity.
The moon has setOn my weary couch I lie.
This majestical roof fretted with golden fire.
Of evening tinct,The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
Green calm below, blue quietness above.
The soft blue sky did never meltThe witching of the soft blue sky!
