What the Romantics Would Have Made of Our Digital Sublime

Imagine, for a moment, that Wordsworth had a Twitter account. Or that Keats, dying by degrees in his Roman apartment, had access to a language model trained on every elegy ever composed, able to produce, in seconds, a facsimile of the 'Ode to a Nightingale' he was struggling to write through blood-specked coughs. Imagine that Caspar David Friedrich, instead of walking for days through the Rügen cliffs to find the precise angle of light he required, could simply type his vision into a prompt and receive it rendered in seconds. What, exactly, would have been gained? And what would have been irreparably lost?