Mary Coleridge (great grand niece of Samuel Taylor Coleridge) is a poet I'm quite fond of; her beautiful poem L'Oiseau Bleu (listen here) was set to music by Charles Villiers Stanford and was recorded by the Oxford Camerata on their cd English Madrigals and Songs. It's a gorgeous song, and I love it so much we used it in our wedding ceremony, a few years ago now.
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.
There's another Coleridge poem which is quite suitable for bloggers, I think; it's for those days when we wonder if we are talking into a great, dark void...
As darting swallows skim across a pool,
Whose tranquil depths reflect a tranquil sky,
So, o'er the depths of silence, dark and cool,
Our winged words dart playfully,
And seldom break
The quiet surface of the lake,
As they flit by.