Wood Dove by Hilda Conkling When morn in breaking When the sun is rising over dark, blue hills, When mists go by I hear a voice say Coo . . . coo . . . It is Mistress Wood Dove Hidden and alone, Glad of morning. I call, She answers: Morning is sweeter For her voice. Find Related Poems Dove Poems Morning Poems Sound Poems
Wood Dove by Hilda Conkling When morn in breaking When the sun is rising over dark, blue hills, When mists go by I hear a voice say Coo . . . coo . . . It is Mistress Wood Dove Hidden and alone, Glad of morning. I call, She answers: Morning is sweeter For her voice.