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John Keats--The Dove ººÒë

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John Keats--The Dove ººÒë

The Dove

John Keats

I had a dove, and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving:
Oh, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied
With a silken thread of my own hands’ weaving.
Sweet little red feet! Why should you die–
Why would you leave me, sweet bird! why?
You lived 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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