human
I'll ride, I said,
gpt
I smiled but once, with my joy elate, For a chariot stood at my neighbor's gate,-- A grim old chariot, dark as fate.
human
Oh, where are you taking my neighbor?
gpt
Where the houses are all alike, you know,-- Narrow houses, all in a row! Unto a populous city, he saith:
human
The road lies steep through the Vale of Death Oh, it makes the old steeds gasp for breath! There'll be a new name over the door, In a place where _he's_ never been before,-- Where the neighbors never visit, they say,-- Where the streets are echoless, night and day, And the children forget their childish play. And if you should live next door, I doubt If you'd ever hear what they were about Who lived in the next house in the row,-- Though the houses are all alike, you know!