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Oh, dainty zephyr, sweep the deep
Where dimpled muses softly sleep;
Asleep in ocean's arms they lie,
Like autumn in the tranquil sky.
Where dimpled muses softly sleep;
Asleep in ocean's arms they lie,
Like autumn in the tranquil sky.
Fulfil the soul's supreme desire,
To liquid notes the harp inspire;
To music sweet as wood and lake
When fair Aurora cries "Awake!"
To liquid notes the harp inspire;
To music sweet as wood and lake
When fair Aurora cries "Awake!"
Ay, dainty zephyr, fan the sea
And bid yon schooner dance with glee;
Yon schooner dance with glee, to breast
The billows in their vague unrest.
And bid yon schooner dance with glee;
Yon schooner dance with glee, to breast
The billows in their vague unrest.
Come, O spirit of the breeze,
I hear a whisper in the trees:
A whisper in the trees, and now
I feel fair fingers on my brow.
I hear a whisper in the trees:
A whisper in the trees, and now
I feel fair fingers on my brow.
The harp to sweeter pitch is strung,
To sweeter pitch the chords are rung
Till liquid sweetness stirs the air,
As if an angel floated there.
To sweeter pitch the chords are rung
Till liquid sweetness stirs the air,
As if an angel floated there.
Floated there in bliss divine,
In bliss too holy to define;
In bliss so high I sigh, I faint,
The image of that bliss to paint.
In bliss too holy to define;
In bliss so high I sigh, I faint,
The image of that bliss to paint.
