human
A smudge of brown, a smear of yellow, No tale, no subject,--there you are! Impressions!--and the strangest far Is--that the bard's a clever fellow.
gpt
My languid lily, my lank limp lily, My long, lithe lily-love, men may grin-- Say that I'm soft and supremely silly-- What care I, while you whisper still; What care I, while you smile? Not a pin! While you smile, while you whisper-- 'Tis sweet to decay! I have watered with chlorodine, tears of chagrin, The churchyard mould I have planted thee in, Upside down, in an intense way, In a rough red flower-pot, _sweeter than sin_, That I bought for a halfpenny, yesterday!