human
I choose,--my heart is yours,--die in my arms.
gpt
When may this be? She answered,
human
When you will, And cared not much, for very faint she grew, Tired and cold. Oft in her soul she thought,
gpt
If I could slip away before the ring Is on my hand, it were a blessed lot For both,--a blessed thing for him, and me.
human
What have I done? How shall I do the rest? And he, who felt Her inmost thought, was silent even as she.
gpt
What have we done? she thought. But as for him, When she began to look him in the face, Considering,
human
Thus and thus his features are,