Dove

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 would you not live with me? I ked you oft and gave you white peas Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?

Dove. by John Keats

This is the first part I'll have another one but I have two oca based off of two poems this is the first one ^⁠_⁠^

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