Alfred Tennyson

“ 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.
⁠“O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light
Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill,
And cheep and twitter twenty million loves.
⁠“O were I thou that she might take me in,
And lay me on her bosom, and her heart
Would rock the snowy cradle till I died.
⁠“Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love,
Delaying as the tender ash delays
To clothe herself, when all the woods are green? ”