My blue, blue bird,
Golden night star,
My heart to you bends
Like a flower full of nectar.
Why is everything in you so dear to me,
from the roads in the field of cornflowers,
To the hills and churches in misery...
To the folds of cool calico...
Dear, native, darling,
All in you I adore,
Bearers of annoinments to God -
Unseen happiness of earth...
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