by Deep Gimble II

dangerous she saw

as those in spring we

ran around

of hay between its height are

dead so green were made

there again or

their fair children lay

all into many ships

o beautiful light over an infinite

mountain

one tree

where by sun there and

this world

stood



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.