human
Play! play!
gpt
Pauline
human
Andromeda! And she is with me--years roll, I shall change, But change can touch her not--so beautiful With her dark eyes, earnest and still, and hair Lifted and spread by the salt-sweeping breeze; And one red beam, all the storm leaves in heaven, Resting upon her eyes and face and hair, As she awaits the snake on the wet beach, By the dark rock, and the white wave just breaking At her feet; quite naked and alone,--a thing You doubt not, nor fear for, secure that God Will come in thunder from the stars to save her.