AI繪圖之Sonnet No. 73：Stable Diffusion
用Sonnet No. 73的句子，使用AI繪圖，會呈現出什麼影像呢?
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceive’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
