human
Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love did Heaven prepare These powders to enrich your hair.
gpt
whom poets celebrate; she has a certain opulence of flesh and blood, a cheek like a damask rose, and
human
A cuff neglectful and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly; A winning wave, deserving note In the tempestuous petticoat.