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THE RING-DOVES.

Ring-doves, nestling side by side,
In the pleasant eventide,
Where the woodbines interlace
Many a bough in their embrace;
Where the evening shadows fall
With a tender grace o'er all;
Once, like you, I had a mate;
Once I was not desolate!

In her dark and changeful eyes,
Looked a spirit from the skies,
Radiating o'er her face
With a soft expressive grace,
Lighting every lineament
With a beauty heaven-sent,
Which although its sun has set,
Brightens all my being yet.

In the quiet eventide,
Often sat we side by side,
Singing many golden rhymes,
Of the far-off olden times;