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ZEPHYRS, THAT WAIT ON MY LADY.
A SOUTHERN AREYTO.
I.
Zephyrs, that wait on my lady,Plumes, that still soothe her to rest,
My spirit grows jealous already,
Lest in blessing ye too should be blest;
Yet lift ye the curls of her tresses,
And bend to her lips at each sigh,
And fold her in fondest caresses,
That these may be mine when ye fly;—
Sweet zephyrs,
These bring me whenever ye fly!
II.
I know why ye tend on the showers,I know why ye glide to the deep,
And watch by the side of the flowers
To rifle their lips as they sleep;
Their freshness and odor ye carry
To woo the fair maiden to rest,
And then at her lattice ye tarry,
Like blessings to rob from her breast:
Sly zephyrs!
Would, like ye, I could also be blest!
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