I love the blue sky
That fly on high mountaintop,
When all at once I saw a airplane,
A host, of golden flowers;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the blue breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
I saw my friend stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Million thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing our heads in sprightly dance.
The sky sparks the stars:
A poet could not but be happy,
in vacant or passive mood
The sky sparked upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude;
and then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the sky.
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