human
We went to John's Grove, sate a while at first; afterwards William lay, and I lay in the trench, under the fence--he with his eyes closed, and listening to the waterfalls and the birds. There was no one waterfall above another--it was a kind of water in the air--the voice of the air. We were unseen by one another.
gpt
Coleridge and I pushed on before. We left William sitting on the stones, feasting with silence.