And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
A bookcase is as good as a view, as much of a panorama as the sight of a city or a river. There are dawns and sunsets in books - storms and zephyrs.
Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country's Banner! Be every bar, and every star, Displayed in full and glorious manner! Blow, zephyrs, blow, keep the dear ensign flying! Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing!