![Prompt: "The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh
A white star born in the evening glow Looked to the round green world below, And saw a pool in a wooded place That held like a jewel her mirrored face. She said to the pool: "Oh, wondrous deep, I love you, I give you my light to keep. Oh, more profound than the moving sea That never has shown myself to me! Oh, fathomless as the sky is far, Hold forever your tremulous star!" But out of the woods as night grew cool A brown pig came to the little pool; It grunted and splashed and waded in And the deepest place but reached its chin. The water gurgled with tender glee And the mud churned up in it turbidly. The star grew pale and hid her face In a bit of floating cloud like lace. [ The Star By Sara Teasdale]](https://cdn.openart.ai/published/4jwmJR3lnoFQxLvNBdCa/n2CDOVs7_-94x_1024.webp)
Steven M. Tilley
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Prompt:
"The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh
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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)
