I soften for what's shrunk down
To a humble sight.
Village, at my feet; effects babe's
Snug in its cot's look.
Harmless beguiles; there noon-napped.
Undisturbed; unshook.
Wetter relent, sympathizing
For what as rapidly
Must inappreciable pass through each
Of a sky-winged thought.
Which times heard dismissive chirped:
'Lowest of the low brought! '
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