human
I stoop: within 'tis dark and still; But shadowy paths methinks there be, And lead they far into the hill?
gpt
Traveller, come and see.
human
Not so, not so, thou youthful guest, Thy foot shall issue forth no more: Behold the chamber of thy rest, And the closing door!
gpt
And borne my life unharméd still Through foaming gulfs of yeasty spray, To yield it on a grassy hill At the noon of day?
human
Peace! Say thy prayers, and go to sleep, Till _some time_, ONE my seal shall break, And deep shall answer unto deep, When He crieth, 'AWAKE!'