The fourth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle-doves And a partridge in a pear-tree.

"Between the two seas the sea-birds wing makes halt, Wind-weary; while with lifting head he waits. For breath to reinspire him from the gates. That open still toward sunrise on the vault. High-domed of morning."

Algernon Charles Swinburne