Zephyr Quotes

Zephyr Quote of the day

What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me 'dust to dust.'

Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.

Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.

Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.

The voice of the Spirit is as gentle as a zephyr, so gentle that unless you are living in perfect communion with God, you never hear it.

Ha! spring arrived on her sweet scented palanquin, carried by the spirited Zephyrus and his coir with their murmuring music undulated in its own softness and fondled the leaves to astir.