I found at daybreak yester morn, Close by the nest where she was born, A tender turtle dove: Oha! ohé! ohesa, hesa, hé! She fluttered, but she could not fly; I heard, but would not heed her cry: She had not learned to love: Oha! ohé! ohesa, hesa, hé Now she is quiet on my brcast, And from her new and living nest She doth not seek to rove: Oha! ohé! ohesa, hesa, hé! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS GULF-WEED by CORNELIUS GEORGE FENNER ECLOGUE ON ELIZABETH BELSHAM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PASSAGES FROM A POEM: THE NEW WORLD by WITTER BYNNER |