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 THERAD OF MY OWN HAND'S WEAVING
SWEET LITTLE RED FEET!
WHY SHOULD YOU DIE?
WHY SHOULD YOU LEAVE ME, SWEET BIRD!WHY?
YOU LIVED ALONE IN THE FOREST TREE;
WHY, PRETTY THING, WOULD YOU WHITE PEAS;
WHY NOT LIVE SWEETLY, AS IN THE GREEN TREES?
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