Fragmentary Blue Robert Frost Revised

 

Why of eminently fragmentary blue
Here there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, a open eye, a wearing-stone, a newt
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven; as yet—

Though some savants scholars makers our earth's skies;
It solely displays our prays, wishes for a whet strop of blue.
And so far above us comes upscale lavishing exclusive high,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?