human
I only hope the weather won't interfere with us to-morrow!
gpt
Very likely it will! Please God it may!
human
Good-night!
gpt
What about the night? What do you say?
human
It's nothing,
gpt
Upon my mind, weighed down with woe, Crowd thoughts, a heavy multitude: In silence memory unfolds Her long, long scroll before my eyes. Loathing and shuddering I curse And bitterly lament in vain, And bitter though the tears I weep I do not wash those lines away.