human
So when my grave is green to see, You will not let them say of me: Her talent was a wasted power, Her life has failed of fruit and flower; For you will know the hopeless pain, That palsied heart and hand and brain-- Will know that life has failed alone Because a blight was on it thrown For love of you!
gpt
I could have been a better woman if he had been kind to me--if he would but have promised to try to love me! she muttered, angrily.
human
But how fast he hurried away, as if he despised me. How I wish I could hate him in return--hate him as I hate his dark-eyed love! It is for _her_ he scorns me. Oh, God! for vengeance on them both!
gpt
Deep and dark the flowing river, Close to the feet like a serpent glides; Many a secret lost forever The deep and beautiful water hides!