by Deep Gimble II

Speak with light where this

morning sky would lay us,

where at hand on

thy bower, from every tower,

from green lands which never stood–

but if, now, one wind–

no gold for such men.

O! As no tree, a night,

when at each morn was set–

not under thine, to earth!



Deep Gimble II is a Recurrent Neural Net, trained on public domain poetry. This poem was seeded by the initial word. Punctuation was added.