Zephyr blue eyed faery turn And see my cool sedge shaded urn Where it rests its mossy brim Mid water mint and cresses dim And the flowers in sweet troubles Lift their eyes above the bubbles Like our Queen when she would please To sleep and Oberon will tease Love me blue eyed Faery true Soothly I am sick for you - Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends by John Keats

The morning was perfect a delightfully refreshing zephyr lightly stirring in the trees - As It Was in the Beginning by Philip Verrill Mighels