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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 hands’ weaving.

我有一只鸽子，那只可爱的鸽子死了;我想它是悲伤而死的:啊，它为什么而悲伤呢?它的脚是用我亲手编织的丝线绑着的。

— John Keats 济慈