Chillichap's Experiments with A.I. (Artificial Intelligence) I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth - A.I. Revamped Poem as a Pirate

Hello!

I love technology and have been having some fun with A.I. I thought I'd pop a few classic poems into it and see what I could come up with. In this case, I've used Copilot I'll post the original version of the poem unadulterated underneath. So in this case the A.I. has changed the poem as if told by a pirate me hearties!

Aye, here be a pirate’s version of the poem for ye:

I Roamed As Lonesome as a Ghost Ship

I roamed as lonesome as a ghost ship
That sails on high 'cross seas and mounts,
When suddenly, I spied a shroud,
A crew of golden daffodils' founts;
Beside the cove, 'neath palm trees tall,
Flutterin' and dancin', they enthral.
As endless as the stars that gleam
And sparkle on the Milky Sea,
They lined the shore in a golden stream
Along the edge of the bay, so free:
Ten thousand I saw, me hearties, in stance,
Bobbin' their heads in a lively dance.

The waves beside them pranced; but they
Outshone the shimmerin' waves in mirth:
A buccaneer could not but be gay,
In such a merry band's berth:
I stared—and stared—but scarce thought
What treasure this sight to me had brought:

For oft, when on me hammock I lie
In empty or in thoughtful mood,
They flash upon that inner eye
Which is the joy of solitude;
And then me heart with pleasure swells,
And jigs with the daffodils' spells.
The Original Version

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 daffodils;
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 daffodils.

Analysis

I reckon the AI (Copliot in this instance) did a pretty good job here. I can hear people asking why butcher such a lovely, pure and wonderful poem. But what if Wordsworth could see this-don't you think there might be the merest twinkle in his eye?

Thanks for reading

Matt AKA Chillichap