STANZA-1
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.
STANZA-2
Sweet little red feet! Why would you die?
Why would you leave me, sweet bird, why?
You lived alone on the forest tree,
Why, pretty thing, could 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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