Illustration on color correction.
Added with a very famous poem by william wordsworth.
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A Night Piece
With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
Which through that veil is indistinctly seen,
A dull, contracted circle,
yielding lightSo feebly spread,
that not a shadow falls,
Chequering the ground—from rock, plant, tree, or tower.
At length a pleasant instantaneous gleamStartles the pensive traveller while he treads
His lonesome path, with unobserving eye
Bent earthwards; he looks up—the clouds are splitAsunder,—and above his head he sees
The clear× Moon, and the glory of the heavens.
There, in a black-blue vault she sails along,
Followed by multitudes of stars, that, smallAnd sharp, and bright,
along the dark abyssDrive as she drives:
how fast they wheel away,Yet vanish not!—
the wind is in the tree,But they are silent;—still they roll alongImmeasurably distant;
and the vault,Built round by those white clouds,
enormous clouds,Still deepens its unfathomable depth.
At length the Vision closes; and the mind,Not undisturbed by the delight it feels
Which slowly settles into peaceful calm,Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
- by William Wordsworth
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