Jenks' Portland Gazette. Maine Advertiser

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ZEPHYR.
By C. Leflie, Esq.

ZEPHYR! whither are you straying,
Tell me where?
With prankish girls in gardens playing,
False as fair?
A butterfly's light back bestriding,
Queen-bees to honey-suckles guiding,
Or in a swinging hare-bell riding,
Free from care?

Before Aurora's car you amble
High in air;
At noon, when Neptune's sea nymphs gambol,
Braid their hair;
When on the tumbling billows rolling,
Or on the smooth floods idly trolling,
Or in cool grottos they lie lolling,
You sport there.

To chase the moon-beams up the mountains
You prepare;
Or dance with elves on brinks of fountains,
Mirth to share;
Now seen with love-lorn lilies weeping;
Now with a blustering rose-bud sweeping,
While fays from forth their chambers peeping,
Cry, O rare!