human
In summer dusk she drooped her head and sighed Until what time the evening star went down, And all the other stars did shining bide Clear in the lustre of their old renown. And then--the virgin laid her down and died: Forgot her youth, forgot her beauty's crown, Forgot the sisters whom she loved before, And broke her Poet's heart for evermore.
gpt
A mournful tale, in sooth, the lady saith:
human
But did he truly grieve for evermore?
gpt
It may be you forget, he answereth,
human
That this is but a fable at the core O' the other fable.
gpt
Though it be but breath, She asketh,
human
--then he,
gpt
This lore, Since it is fable, either way may go; Then, if it please you, think it might be so.
human
Nay, but, she saith,
gpt
human
I tell you not the less, He sighs,