"I HAD A DOVE, AND THE SWEET DOVE DIED"
            John Keats
                c. 1818?
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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 single thread 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 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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