Example input
[name of a poet]: William Wordsworth, [your theme]: nature, [choice of verse]: sonnet, [an expression]: melancholy, [language]: lyrical, [a specific element of style or content]: the description of picturesque landscapes
Example output
Upon yon hills, where shadows gently play,
The melancholy eve begins its sway.
A tapestry of hues, in twilight's art,
Unfurls its threads, tugging at my heart.
The weeping willow by the river's side,
Its branches, like my sorrows, seem to hide.
A mournful breeze whispers through the trees,
Echoing the melancholy within me.
Behold the meadow bathed in silver light,
Where daisies weep, and roses say goodnight.
The brook's soft murmur, a solemn song,
As nature weaves a tale both sad and strong.
Mountains, stoic guardians of the land,
Watch o'er the valleys with a steady hand.
Yet, in their majesty, a sense of woe,
As if they, too, have secrets not to show.
The sun departs with a reluctant kiss,
Leaving the world to evening's soft abyss.
And as the stars emerge, one by one,
I, too, am lost in nature's setting sun.
A painting of sorrow, this landscape fair,
Where nature and my heart, in tune, declare
That beauty, tinged with melancholy's grace,
Can leave an indelible, haunting trace.