human
Tempe, vale of the gods, deep-couched amid woodland and woodland, All day drowsed with the sun, charm-drunken with moonlight at midnight, Walled from the world forever under a vapor of dreams,-- Hid by the shadows of dreams not found by the curious footstep, Sacred and secret forever, Tempe, vale of the gods.
gpt
Well, Len, said Winslow,
human
Blow-me-down, sir,