[from Collected Works, T.E.Brown]
SING, Zephyr, sing',
Shed from your dusky wing
The violets.
Make music with your golden frets
Sing, Zephyr, sing !
Sigh, Zephyr, sigh !
Give passion to the sky!
The tawny south
Has no such odorous mouth
Sigh, zephyr, sigh !
Sue, Zephyr, sue !
Bring earth the sunny blue,
The pearly mist
With new-born love-fire kissed
Sue, Zephyr, sue!
Sip, Zephyr, sip!
The primrose lends her lip,
The crocus thrills,
Love hides among the daffodils
Sip, Zephyr, sip!
Seek, Zephyr, seek
The vermeil of my lady's cheek !
So seeking, sipping, suing, sighing, singing,
While old Time his flight is winging,
Tell her to be
Most kind to me.
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