human
No man so callous but he heaves a sigh When o'er his head the withered Cherry flowers Come fluttering down. Who knows? the Spring's soft showers May be but tears shed by the sorrowing sky.
gpt
It is like the song of a spirit,--and how beautiful the maiden is! For some time he watched her as she wove. Then her song ceased, he moved towards her, and spoke:
human
I have travelled far. I have seen many fair maidens, but not one so fair as you. Take me to your father and mother that I may speak with them.