Very literal illustration for a nice and short poem by John Keats. It had been sitting around in a stack of unfinished drawings for quite a while, and I finally found the motivation to finish it. Here is the poem:
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: Oh, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied With a silken thread of my own hands’ weaving. Sweet little red feet! Why should you die— Why would you leave me, sweet bird! why? You lived 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?
- John Keats