Zephyr

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume,Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom.

— Zephyr

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.

— Zephyr

And soften'd sounds along the waters die:Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.

— Zephyr

Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe,That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.

— Zephyr

Let Zephyr only breatheAnd with her tresses play.

— Zephyr

While the wanton Zephyr sings,And in the vale perfumes his wings.

— Zephyr

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows.

— Zephyr

* And soonAll on their drooping sterns they sink unfanned.

— Zephyr

And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil restThe silver clouds.

— Zephyr

Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.

— Zephyr

The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.

— Zephyr