About tangled emotions…..

Came across beautiful lines by Keats and just see how we pamper complications !

I Had A Dove

 

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 hand’s weaving :

Sweet little red feet ! why should you die –

Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why ?

You liv’d alone in the forest -tree,

Why, pretty thing ! would you not live with me ?

I kiss’d you oft and gave you white pease ;

Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees ?