Can you guess if the poetry sample was written by a person?
less than pass the grape luxuriant grew so when t was not conscious of it so, ashamed of thee and remember twinkling door her bonnet is the egg of forests for the first posthumous collection the city stands how beggarly appear arguments before a house that serves him longer than any yet i at any epoch, should startle most assassin, hid heaven and earth from your liquid rims and wet sands ? whereto answering, descend along the streets of manhattan, unpent, descends to its last years leaves a brook, that was lost xxiv whether my bark went down with orange and red the anthers nod their heads i hope it slept i have two i was not -- nay -- say, sir cos abstractedly sweet,