How soft and perfumed was the air; how lovely the blue heavens
and star-enameled sky!
monsieur, reflect on all this; place me, to-morrow, in some dark cavern at a mountain's base; yield me the delight of hearing in freedom sounds of the river, plain and valley, of beholding in freedom the sun of the blue heavens
, or the stormy sky, and it is enough.
When morning rose over Aldborough, the sun was master in the blue heaven
, and the waves were rippling gayly under the summer breeze.
The river above the dam was a glassy lake with all the loveliness of blue heaven
and green shore reflected in its surface; the fall was a swirling wonder of water, ever pouring itself over and over inexhaustibly in luminous golden gushes that lost themselves in snowy depths of foam.
Rolled this way and that, now seeing only forests of green, and now the high blue heaven
; she was speechless and almost without sense.
One great gray bird, a gull or curlew, soared aloft in the blue heaven
. He and I seemed to be the only living things between the huge arch of the sky and the desert beneath it.
Nowhere in the blue heaven
or on the sunlit earth was there any foreshadowing of a catastrophe.
Wherever snow falls or water flows or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven
is hung by clouds or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries, wherever are outlets into celestial space, wherever is danger, and awe, and love,--there is Beauty, plenteous as rain, shed for thee, and though thou shouldest walk the world over, thou shalt not be able to find a condition inopportune or ignoble.
The contest judged by Adardsh Sharma (North Sales Head Dabur), Vanya Mishra (Ponds Femina Miss India Winner), Anamika (Singer), Amita Nangia (TV Actress), Sylvie Rodgers (Famous Hair Stylist), Sonya Bajaj (Fitness Trainer), Ankit (Scooter Bar Owner in Hotel Samrat), Sanjeev Juneja (Kesh King), Raman Deep Singh (Blue Heavens
After dark days of dreary rain The sky is a Saharan blue And I feel I can breathe once again Strolling in Bute Park admiring the view With fallen leaves sparkling with tiny stars And mist rolling over whitened grass, Away from crowds and endless cars But knowing such beauty will not last And blue Heavens
once again turn grey.