A "romance" between an older woman and a younger man. It doesn't work. The title refers to a Keats poem
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 peas; Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
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The Sweet Dove Died