Came across beautiful lines by Keats and just see how we pamper complications !
I Had A Dove
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 hand’s weaving :
Sweet little red feet ! why should you die –
Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why ?
You liv’d alone in the forest -tree,
Why, pretty thing ! would you not live with me ?
I kiss’d you oft and gave you white pease ;
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees ?