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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!
william wordsworth— William Wordsworth, O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art.
Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there; My trees were full of songs and flowers and fruit, Their branches spread a city to the air.
— Christina G. Rossetti, From House to Home, in Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862), Stanza 7.
