human
If fate, she answer'd, has decreed That on the hostile plain,
gpt
My Edwin's faithful heart must bleed,
human
Trust me, my love, I'll not complain, I'll shed no fruitless tear;
gpt
Not one weak drop my cheek shall stain,
human
Oh, let thy fate of others claim A tear, a mournful sigh;
gpt
I'll only murmur thy dear name-- Call on my love--and die!