human
for as the late Professor J.G. Hoyt, in his essay on Shelley beautifully points out--
gpt
To him everything was God, and God was everything. Every place was peopled with forms of beauty and animated with living intelligences. Hills and valleys, forests and fountains, were each thronged with presiding deities--bright effluences from the Diving that stirred within, and shone above the whole.