With so much of Earth, bright lit
For a beauteous
Portrayal of things
Rubs off, optimistically
On what soars, sings
Intervenes what, to distract
As through dark forces
Degrade, blown in;
For this shadow influence
On admiring?
What does in day to day savage
Across its outlooks,
Ugliest, drift!
Already despaired from out
That bird's uplift!
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