The Evening Wind

In twilight,
Thy presence I feel,
Round about my bosom,
So gentle and with zeal.
Warming and upright;
So cool and with gauge.

Oh! Zephyr,
So lovely and kind,
Yaying so fixed;
Fabulous to the mind.
I smell thy roar,
So lovely and nice.

Unlike the cruel sun,
That Tann's and hurt,
Thou art so warming;
Enthusiastic without hurt.
Sweeter than a corn,
Like rivers of a pool.

So zest,zap and zealotic,
Thou cool so lovely,
Your voice so melodious;
Singing so calmly,
Chilling and enthusiastic.
Thy treasure is really much.