English poem
Carrier Doves
by Marie Van Vorst (1867–1936)
Friend, unto thee I bend my constant thought; Its current running as a stream to sea, From hidden sources of my being brought, Friend, unto thee.
If the wise wonders of the world could be Found by a spell, sure my quick love had sought Each potent and elusive mystery.
Into an amulet together wrought To charm thee! With this full confession free-- I loose my doves to-day, their ways are taught, Friend, unto thee!