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ZEPHYRUS.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Come from thy caverns dark and deep.

O son of Erebus and Night;

All sense of hearing and of sight

Enfold in the serene delight

And quietude of sleep!

 

Set all the silent sentinels

To bar and guard the Ivory Gate,

And keep the evil dreams of fate

And falsehood and infernal hate

Imprisoned in their cells.

 

But open wide the Gate of Horn,

Whence, beautiful as planets, rise

The dreams of truth, with starry eyes,

And all the wondrous prophecies

And visions of the morn.