Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows. — Zephyr

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

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

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

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

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

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