blue heaven

Could it be more lovely, more enchanting, more mysterious under a white sun shining from out a motionless blue heaven?

Long have I wished to go up into the big blue heaven away over the trees and the hilltops.

A blue heaven stretched above, a green rolling plain undulated below, intersected with hedge-rows and flecked with grazing sheep.

I was a youth on a white horse, leaping from cloud to cloud of a blue heaven, hasting calmly to some blessed goal.

At the head of the vale towers the Gross-Venediger, with its glaciers and snow-fields dazzling white against the deep blue heaven.