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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.

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