Eight Partsongs, Op. 119: No. 3, The Blue Bird
Charles Villiers Stanford, Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The lake lay blue below the hill,
O'er it, as I looked, there flew
Across the waters, cold and still,
A bird whose wings were palest blue.
The sky above was blue at last,
The sky beneath me blue in blue,
A moment, ere the bird had passed,
It caught his image as he flew.