XI 
High Yoon 
Lazity - sailing 
clouds, and _ be- 
tween. them, far 
away, the illimit- 
able blue! And 
how blue! how 
cool! how far 
away! Neverdoes 
the sky seem 
of so real azure, 
so fresh andnew, 
but so myste- 
riously distant, 
as upon such a 
July day as this; and never does the earth seem so 
warm and near. I lie outstretched upon it as close 
as I ever lay upon my mother’s breast. I feel the 
crisp moss beneath me, the creeping of the bee- 
tle under my shoulder, the heat of the gray stone 
against my side. I throw out my hands, push my 
fingers into the hot soil and feel them take root. 
Mother earth! The clouds sail on; the bending blue 
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