( We will try to publish Poems from famous poets,obtained by our Senior Editor
Mr.Thomas Philip Ranni) New World
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 threat 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 kissed you oft and gave you white peas;
Why not live sweetly, as in the green tree?
(The above passages are taken from JOHN KEATS
The Complete Poems Edited by JOHN BARNARD)
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