I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed:
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,--the song for me!
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And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their read more
And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their right
To general Nature's deep delight.
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart read more
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart so long,
Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
See how that pair of billing doves
With open murmurs own their loves
And, heedless of censorious read more
See how that pair of billing doves
With open murmurs own their loves
And, heedless of censorious eyes,
Pursue their unpolluted joys:
No fears of future want molest
The downy quiet of their nest.
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I
fly away, and be read more
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I
fly away, and be at rest.
. . . The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, . . .
. . . The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, . . .
The Dove,
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
The Dove,
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for
judgment, but there is none: for read more
We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for
judgment, but there is none: for salvation, but it is far off
from us.
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and read more
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and cleere.
