human
Water-grass, you know not what I do; Know not of my storms, nor of my hushes. And--I know not you.
gpt
Wind! O waken! Breathe, O wind, and set our answer free, For we have no voice, of you forsaken, For the cedar-tree.
human
Wilderness of water, lost to view, Naught you are to me but sounds of motion; I am naught to you.
gpt
Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land.
human
Many blame me, few have understood; Ah, my folk, to you I leave a story,-- Make its meaning good.
gpt
Sing, poet! teach us, prove us Surely we shall learn the meaning then; Wound us with a pain divine, O move us, For this man of men.