Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly rising o'er the azure realm
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Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly rising o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.

Let Zephyr only breathe
And with her tresses play.

Let Zephyr only breathe
And with her tresses play.

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

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

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

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

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.

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

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

And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds.
- John Keats,

And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds.
- John Keats,

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

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

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

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