Note: This is a poem I curated by feeding the first two lines of T. S. Eliot's "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" into the GPT-2 text generator at https://talktotransformer.com/, selecting the best output, and then feeding more lines in for auto-completion. Not bad for a robot!
Starlight from the Night-Cloud
A. I. Eliot
The red-bed sparrows flutter on the gray windowpanes
Just over the churchyard wall
The twinkling stars flow across the cold dusk
amidst the rose-colored smile of the autumn night
Light and dark, hope and despair,
grace and frolicking triumph and affliction,
death and life all with their cherubic faces
spun into another world -- into another world,
the leaves are falling, and the birds have fled to their holes
and the deep shadows from the chalets lie upon the grass
and the starlight shines from the clear night-cloud;
the sound of the love-songs from the hills echoes to and fro
and the high hopes of many voices who have yet to be heard;
There is a tumult of people and a multiplicity of voices;
And they are dancing.
