human
What fairings will ye that I bring? Said the King to his daughters three;
gpt
For I to Vanity Fair am boun, Now say what shall they be?
human
Oh, bring me pearls and diamonds great, And gold rings for my hand.
gpt
For me bring silks that will stand alone, And a gold comb for my head.
human
There came a bird this morning, And sang 'neath my bower eaves, Till I dreamed, as his music made me, 'Ask thou for the Singing Leaves.'
gpt
But she, like a thing of peasant race, That is happy binding the sheaves ; Then he saw her dead mother in her face, And said,
human
Thou shalt have thy leaves.