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THE FORSAKEN DOVE
ONCE, in the dying day,
Into the golden skies,
On wings as gold as they
I watched a wood-dove rise.
Into the shining clouds afar
He shot, and vanished like a star.
Into the golden skies,
On wings as gold as they
I watched a wood-dove rise.
Into the shining clouds afar
He shot, and vanished like a star.
But all the moonless night
I heard in the dark wood
One plaining her sad plight
In doleful solitude.
O cruel light to take my love!
O lonely night! O forlorn dove!
I heard in the dark wood
One plaining her sad plight
In doleful solitude.
O cruel light to take my love!
O lonely night! O forlorn dove!
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