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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 19. TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MY PICTURE LEFT IN SCOTLAND by BEN JONSON AN OLD WOMAN (2) by MOTHER GOOSE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 129 by ALFRED TENNYSON A TURKISH LEGEND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WITH MY FANCY by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT TO MR. WILLIAM BASSE UPON THE NOW PUBLISHING OF HIS POEMS by RALPH BATHURST |