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

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

Let Zephyr only breathe
And with her tresses play.

Let Zephyr only breathe
And with her tresses play.

And soon
Their hushing dances languished to a stand,
Like midnight leaves when, as the Zephyrs swoon,
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And soon
Their hushing dances languished to a stand,
Like midnight leaves when, as the Zephyrs swoon,
All on their drooping stems they sink unfanned.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.