If I were fierce and bald and short of breath I'd live with
scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed glum
heroes up the line to death. Siegfried Louvain Sassoon 'Base Details'.
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and
fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell
her, what I tell to thee. O tell her, Swallow,
thou that knowest each, That bright and
fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true
and tender is the North. Tennyson The Princess, pt.4, added song, stanzas1^2.