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My Doves
MY DOVES
by: Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888)- oPPOSITE my chamber window,
- On the sunny roof, at play
- , High above the city's tumult,
- Flocks of doves sit day by day
- . Shining necks and snowy bosoms
- , Little rosy, tripping feet,
- Twinkling eyes and fluttering wings,
- Cooing voices, low and sweet
- ,-- Graceful games and friendly meetings,
- Do I daily watch and see.
- For these happy little neighbors
- Always seem at peace to be.
- On my window-ledge, to lure them, Crumbs of bread I often strew,
- And, behind the curtain hiding,
- Watch them flutter to and fro.
- Soon they cease to fear the giver,
- Quick are they to feel my love,
- And my alms are freely taken By the shyest little dove.
- In soft flight, they circle downward,
- Peep in through the window-pane;
- Stretch their gleaming necks to greet me,
- Peck and coo, and come again.
- Faithful little friends and neighbors,
- For no wintry wind or rain,
- Household cares or airy pastimes
- , Can my loving birds restrain.
- Other friends forget, or linger,
- But each day I surely know
- That my doves will come and leave here
- Little footprints in the snow.
- So, they teach me the sweet lesson,
- That the humblest may give Help and hope, and in so doing,
- Learn the truth by which we live;
- For the heart that freely scatters
- Simple charities and loves,
- Lures home content, and joy, and peace,
- Like a soft-winged flock of doves.
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