human
I will betake me to my door, And will look out and see this wondrous sight, How summer is come back, and frost is o'er, And all the air warm waxen in a night.
gpt
The wilderness, One Angel said,
human
And then full fain The other Angel answered,
gpt
He shall reign.
human
They are speaking of my Lord. And straightway swept across the open skies Multitudes like to these. They took the word, That flock of Angels,
gpt
He shall come again, My Lord, my Lord! they sang,
human
Behold He stands aneath yon almond-tree.