Carrier Doves

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 beFound by a spell, sure my quick love had soughtEach potent and elusive mystery.

Into an amulet together wroughtTo charm thee! With this full confession free—I loose my doves to-day, their ways are taught,Friend, unto thee!