![Prompt: "The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden roses;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the roses.
[I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth]](https://cdn.openart.ai/published/4jwmJR3lnoFQxLvNBdCa/Bip8WKjK_1Voh_1024.webp)
Steven M. Tilley
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Prompt:
"The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er val...Show more
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![Prompt: "The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden roses;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the roses.
[I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth]](https://cdn.openart.ai/published/4jwmJR3lnoFQxLvNBdCa/ZSIZJrBA_cQ6v_512.webp)
