human
That shapeless phantom sinking slow Deep down the vast abyss below,
gpt
Darts, thro' the mists that shroud his frame, A horror, nature hates to name!
human
Mortal, could thine eyes behold
gpt
All those sullen mists enfold, Thy sinews at the sight accurst
human
Would wither, and thy heart-strings burst; Death would grasp with icy hand
gpt
And drag thee to our grizly band-- Away! the sable pall I spread,
human
And give to rest th' unquiet dead-- Haste! ere its horrid shroud enclose
gpt
Thy form, benumb'd with wild affright, And plunge thee far thro' wastes of night,
human
In yon black gulph's abhorr'd repose!