human
What has passed across our pathway?
gpt
Woe to me, unhappy creature, Better surely had I found it, And my lot were surely better, Were I riding in a fox-sledge, And in Lapland sledge were fleeing, 220 Than in sledge of such a suitor, 'Neath the rug of one so wrinkled, For the hairs of fox are finer, And his mouth-cleft is more handsome.