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tree to tree a pigeon flew, And his woeful grief to the wood did coo: “Thou forest wide, I roam’d in thee “With the dove, that dearest was to me, “But cruel Zbyhon doth seize and keep “My dove in yon castle strong and steep.” A youth round the castle strong doth go, And sighs for his own true-love in woe; Then on to the rock; and sitting there With the dumb wood mourns in mute despair. Sad coos the pigeon, as up he flies, The youth to him lifts his head and cries: “Thou woeful pigeon, that lone dost mourn, “A hawk perchance thy mate hath torn.

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