Artists can color the sky red because they know its blue. Those of us who arent artists must color things the way they really are or people might think were stupid.
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky Whereunder crawling coopd we live and die Lift not your hands to It for help for It As impotently rolls as you or I.
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So it was when my life began; So it is now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die! The Child is Father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety
Artists can color the sky red because they know its blue. Those of us who arent artists must color things the way they really are or people might think were stupid.
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky Whereunder crawling coopd we live and die Lift not your hands to It for help for It As impotently rolls as you or I.
Was I deceivd or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth his handiwork.
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So it was when my life began; So it is now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die! The Child is Father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety