human
What is that?
gpt
It is a skylark,
human
Nay, said the poet, his face all aglow with the joy of the moment;
gpt
Let us imagine that it is so, said Mary.
human
But, hearken. It is singing again, and soaring as it sings.
gpt
Yes, and I can see it, too, like a flake of gold against the pale purple of the sky. It is so high that it soars in the bright rays of the sun, while we below are in the twilight shade. And now it is descending again, and the air is filled with its song. Hark to the rain of melody which it showers down upon us.