Why make so much fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)-
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
Robert Frost
Everything has a purpose, a place, a justification in the grand scheme of things.. Came across this beautiful poem by Frost, the beginning sounded a lot like an Emily Dickinson one.
House Sparrow 
It’s amazing
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You’re right. If I hadn’t read in your post that it was a Robert Frost poem, and had been asked to guess, I would have guessed Emily Dickinson. It’s an interesting poem, with a real Dickensian structure. Reading it, I felt like I sometimes do when I’m outside on an exceptional day, and my eye keeps darting this way and that, trying to take it all in.
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