Zephyr

"Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppressd with perfume, Wax faint oer the gardens of Gul in her bloom."

"And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest The silver clouds."

"Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows."

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

"Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows."

"Let Zephyr only breathe And with her tresses play."

"And softend sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play."

"Soft oer the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath."

"Lulld by soft zephyrs thro the broken pane."