That, some fair noon of balmy airs,
I shall indite a rude Field Message
If Colonels pry in my affairs;
Shall tell them simply, "It is early May,
And here the daffodils are almost old;
About that sentry-group I cannot say——
In fact it leaves me cold."
But, strange, I do not think the enemy
In Spring-tide on the Chersonnese
Was any whit less vile or venomy