"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"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 thread of my own hands' weaving."
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Source: 'I had a dove and the sweet dove died' (written 1818)
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