human
What may I do to make you glad, To make you glad and free, Till your light smiles glance And your bright eyes dance Like sunbeams on the sea? Read some rhyme that is blithe and gay Of a bright May morn and a marriage day? And she sighed in a listless way she had,--
gpt
Do not read--it will make me sad!
human
What shall I do to make you glad-- To make you glad and gay, Till your eyes gleam bright As the stars at night When as light as the light of day Sing some song as I twang the strings Of my sweet guitar through its wanderings? And she sighed in the weary way she had,--
gpt
Do not sing--it will make me sad!
human
What can I do to make you glad-- As glad as glad can be, Till your clear eyes seem Like the rays that gleam And glint through a dew-decked tree?-- Will it please you, dear, that I now begin A grand old air on my violin? And she spoke again in the following way,--
gpt
Yes, oh yes, it would please me, sir; I would be so glad you'd play Some grand old march--in character,-- And then as you march away I will no longer thus be sad, But oh, so glad--so glad--so glad!
human
O Maiden, love me well, For I must go away: And should ANOTHER ever come to tell Of love--What WILL you say?
gpt
O Lips, so cold and dumb, I would that you would tell me, if not dead, Why, why do you not come?