This globe, Earth-world's, Spring-time
De-misted, so clear disclosed
As it ought to be.
Gleamy, glossy; fair of leaf.
With a hung berry.
Of this, ornamental domed
Lighting up a room's space, in
Replica, projects.
Through all that beauty at peace
It stilly reflects.
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