human
Men must die when all is said, e'en the kite and glead know it, And the lad's father knew it, and the lad, the lad too; It was never kept a secret, waters bring it and winds blow it, And he met it on the mountain--why then make ado?
gpt
Is that the sky, all gray and silver-suited? And I thought,
human
Is that the sea that lies so white and wan? I have dreamed as I remember: give me time--I was reputed Once to have a steady courage--O, I fear 'tis gone!