I Had a Dove by John Keats
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 lived alone in the forest-tree,
Why, pretty thing, could you not live with me?
I kissed you oft and gave you white peas;
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
Poem Attribution © John Keats, I Had a Dove
Source Attribution https://www.poetrybyheart.org.uk/poems/i-had-a-dove/
Painting Attribution © Greg Farrugia, Lonesome Dove, 2020
Source Attribution https://fineartamerica.com/featured/lonesome-dove-greg-farrugia.html
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