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:
Slow to begin and never ending;
Of serious faith and inward glee,
That was the song, the song for me.
" . . . we coursed about
The subject most at heart, more near and near,
Like doves around a dove cote, wheeling round
The central wish, until we settled there."
The Two Pigeons: Unknown
There come two pigeons round the coo,
Round to coo, round the coo,
There come two pigeons round to coo,
Goodbye, goodbye we all love you.
The Dove's Song: Unknown
Me and my poor two;
Two sticks across and a little bit of moss,
And it will do, do, do.
The Dove Says Coo: Unknown
The dove says coo, what shall I do?
I can scarce maintain two.
Pooh, pooh, says the wren, I have got ten
And keep them all like gentlemen!