Zephyr
Zephyr—Zephyr—Zephyr! Blow on, blow hard
Over hill and over dale!
O play in the green trees, leave nothing marred:
O blow—O blow—O blow a gale!
Zephyr—Zephyr—Zephyr! Play on, play long!
Play and sing in tops of trees,
And brush the valley’s airy green hair strong;
Dip your head, diving down the leas!
Zephyr—Zephyr—Zephyr,
Like a little heifer,
Frolic and lie
In the field of the sky!
Good-bye, good-bye!
Frolic and turn and lie!
Arvia Mackaye.