human
To-day I go a hunting, Said he,
gpt
Shadows of dire mischances Fall on my widowed heart; I could not live if danger Thy life from mine should part.
human
Over the hill by the river I'll bring the quarry down, And homeward pluck the roses To weave for thee a crown.
gpt
Follow the hunt to-morrow-- With me, love, stay to-day; For dark and sad forebodings My anxious heart affray.