human
As one who drinks from a charmed cup Of sparkling, and foaming, and murmuring wine
gpt
I have no life, Constantia, now but thee, While, like the world-surrounding air, thy song Flows on, and fills all things with melody. Now is thy voice tempest swift and strong, On which, like one in a trance upborne, Secure o'er rocks and waves I sweep, Rejoicing like a cloud of morn. Now 'tis the breath of summer night, Which, when the starry waters sleep Round western isles, with incense-blossoms bright, Lingering, suspends my soul in its voluptuous flight.