by Deep Gimble II

feet so sad

white little hands there

stood one I love

like death she gave

an office now

o time said him

his hair upon

I looked

she at and her fingers for so

hard your lady

from no night be

over or how

with little

but now like our hand

or little



Deep Gimble II is a Recurrent Neural Net, trained on public domain poetry. This poem was seeded by the initial word. Line breaks were modified.