………………I Had A Dove
I had a dove and the sweet dove died,
And I have thought it died of grieving:
O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied
With a silken thread of my own hand’s weaving;
Sweet little red feet! why should you die –
Why should you leave me , sweet bird! why?
You liv’d alone in the forest-tree,
Why, pretty thing! Would you not live with me?
I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas;
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
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