human
With eyes upraised, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy _sate_ retired; And, from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes, by distance made more sweet, Pour'd thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul: And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or o'er some haunted stream with fond delay, Round a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
gpt
But not to one in this benighted age, Is that diviner inspiration given, That burns in Shakspeare's or in Milton's page, The pomp and prodigality of heaven, As when conspiring in the diamond's blaze, The meaner gems, that singly charm the sight, Together dart their intermingled rays, And dazzle with a luxury of light.
human
Bard