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THE SECRET DOVE
BY ZONA GALE
I KNOW where a dove sits brooding in the dark,
Nested in leaves, the quiet boughs among;
And when the midnight falls I lean to mark
Her home, where a great star is hung.
The star, it does not know the secret dove,
The dove that firefly planet may not see.
What lovelier things the night may fold from me —
The watching eye, the brooding heart, and love.
Nested in leaves, the quiet boughs among;
And when the midnight falls I lean to mark
Her home, where a great star is hung.
The star, it does not know the secret dove,
The dove that firefly planet may not see.
What lovelier things the night may fold from me —
The watching eye, the brooding heart, and love.
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