A blue hour in a blue glade

There is an hour, when the world’s walls are thinned

To a blue haze, of fine cerulean light,

All nature feels it, even the thickest skinned

Of animals can feel the eerie might.

Rhinos and Elephants both pause, for a pace.

Unmoving for a second, then are free

More timid creatures fix in turquoise space

One Deer a sapphire statue, one a tree

Of cyan wood, of beryl bone and flesh.

There cobalt field-mice hearts run glacier slow,

And though none die in that strange timeless mesh

Of azure grass and luscious indigo,

Who can say what they feel, or feeling know

Of royal blue fairy, or some cyanide star?

Only one animal sees no blue-grey glow.

Is quite indifferent to what is afar,

Coarse in its nature, coarser in its hopes

I speak, of course of man, that last come thing.

That always being driven onward, gropes

Under a different light than everything.