Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Song of Zephyrus

by Felicia Hemans

SONG OF ZEPHYRUS.

When sportive hours lead on the rosy spring,
    Then in the frolic smiling train I come;
And wander with the bee on sylphid wing,
    To kiss each floweret in its tender bloom.
And at the fragrant time, the close of day,
    Or at the sweet and pensive moonlight hour,
Then in the summer air I love to play,
    And sport with Flora in the dewy bower.
Oft o'er the harp of winds with gentle sigh,
    I breathe a mellow note, a mournful lay;
And then enraptur'd with the melody,
    I list with pleasure till the sounds decay.