human
I am a blind and desolate man;--come here, I pray you--be as eyes to me? When said, Even to her whose pitying voice is sweet To my dark ruined heart, as must be hands That clasp a lifelong captive's through the grate, And who will ever lend her delicate aid To guide me, dark encumbrance that I am!-- When have I said to her,
gpt
Comforting voice, Belonging to a face unknown, I pray Be my wife's voice?
human
I will