human
I thank you; pray you now forget, Forget me, Laurance, and her lovely eyes Softened; but he was dumb, till through the trees Suddenly broke upon their quietude The woman and her child. And Muriel said,
gpt
What will you? She made answer quick and keen,
human
Your name, my lady; 'tis your name I want, Tell me your name. Not startled, not displeased, But with a musing sweetness on her mouth, As if considering in how short a while It would be changed, she lifted up her face And gave it, and the little child drew near And pulled her gown, and prayed her for the flowers. Then Laurance, not content to leave them so, Nor yet to wait the coming lover, spoke,--
gpt
Your errand with this lady? --
human
And your right To ask it? she broke out with sudden heat And passion:
gpt
What is that to you! Poor child! Madam!
human
That man who comes, the clear-voiced woman cried,
gpt
That man with whom you think to wed so soon, You must not heed him. What! the world is full Of men, and some are good, and most, God knows, Better than he,--that I should say it!--far Better.