human
There is nothin' left. I am alone. It was the glass. Ah! that the palsy had but seized my unlucky hand before I took it from its shelf! How still it is. How clear, too, is my darling's laugh--it rings through the room--it is a ghost. It will haunt me al-ways, al-ways.
gpt
Ah! is it possible! Can the sun be settin' that way? as if there had been nothin' happenin'.