human
And will you end, said she,
gpt
human
Yes, it were best, he answered her.
gpt
The place Where I left off was where he felt to fail His courage, Madam, through the fancy base That they who love, endure, or work, may rail And cease--if all their love, the works they wrought, And their endurance, men have set at nought.
human
It had been better for me NOT to sing, My Poet said,
gpt
But him the old man answered, sorrowing,
human
My son, did God who made her, the Divine Lighter of suns, when down to yon bright ring He cast her, like some gleaming almandine, And set her in her place, begirt with rays, Say unto her 'Give light,' or say 'Earn praise?'
gpt
He made her to give light.
human
My son, the old man answered,
gpt
Blest are such; A blessed lot is theirs; but if each night Mankind had praised her radiance, inasmuch As praise had never made it wax more bright, And cannot now rekindle with its touch Her lost effulgence, it is nought. I wot That praise was not her blessing nor her lot.