Conservatism and Progress + 

Old Zephyr, dawdling in the West, + 

Looked down upon the sea, + 

Which slept unfretted at his feet, + 

And balanced on its breast a fleet + 

That seemed almost to be + 

Suspended in the middle air, + 

As if a magnet held it there, + 

Eternally at rest. + 

Then, one by one, the ships released + 

Their folded sails, and strove + 

Against the empty calm to press + 

North, South, or West, or East, + 

In vain; the subtle nothingness + 

Was impotent to move. + 

Then Zephyr laughed aloud to see:⁠— + 

“No vessel moves except by me, + 

And, heigh⁠—ho! I shall sleep.” + 

But lo! from out the troubled North + 

A tempest strode impatient forth, + 

And trampled white the deep; + 

The sloping ships flew glad away, + 

Laving their heated sides in spray. + 

The West then turned him red with wrath, + 

And to the North he shouted: + 

“Hold there! How dare you cross my path, + 

As now you are about it?” + 

The North replied with laboured breath⁠— + 

His speed no moment slowing:⁠— + 

“My friend, you’ll never have a path, + 

Unless you take to blowing.” + 