human
And for his beautiful white lily's sake, That she might be remembered where her scent Had been right sweet, he said that he would make In her dear memory a monument: For she was purer than a driven flake Of snow, and in her grace most excellent; The loveliest life that death did ever mar, As beautiful to gaze on as a star.
gpt
I thank you, maid, the Poet answered her.
human
And I am glad that I have heard your tale.