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Where to look for beauty
When the world is shrouded
And joy is hidden
The sky is fallen
And beautiful owls
cannot fly
Hares,
have left their magic mantle
At their forms
And sit bedraggled
on the lawn.
There is silver on the grass
Yorkshire mist
From dewdrops rising
Drifts of daisies in the ditch
The tinkling of swallows
High above
In clearer airs.

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