human
Laurance! And all impatient of unrest And strife, ay, even of the sight of them, When he drew near, with tired, tired lips, As if her soul upbraided him, she said,
gpt
Why have you done this thing? He answered her,
human
I am not always master in the fight: I could not help it.
gpt
What! she sighed,
human
; and she talked to him As one who looked to live, imploring him,--
gpt
Try to forget me. Let your fancy dwell Elsewhere, nor me enrich with it so long; It wearies me to think of this your love. Forget me!
human
I will try: The task will take me all my life to learn, Or were it learned, I know not how to live; This pain is part of life and being now,-- It is myself; but yet--but I will try. Then she spoke friendly to him,--of his home, His father, and the old, brave, loving folk; She bade him think of them. And not her words, But having seen her, satisfied his heart. He left her, and went home to live his life, And all the summer heard it said of her,
gpt
Yet, she grows stronger