I had a dove, and the sweet dove died; <br />And I have thought it died of grieving: <br />O, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied <br />With a single thread of my own hand's weaving; <br />Sweet little red feet, why should you die-- <br />Why should you leave me, sweet bird, why? <br />You lived alone in the forest tree, <br />Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? <br />I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; <br />Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-i-had-a-dove/
