Here no zephyr of the sea Wipes the tears from skies that fill.
Then the wind blew in a changed spirit, and died away to a zephyr.
From the zephyr to the tempest, the whole scale is equally at his command.
The rustle of His wing is in every zephyr; its might is in every tempest.
This last drawing reduces the roll to about the thickness of zephyr yarn.
As the Zephyr ...