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Rh This is far better, but a true poet is rarely at his best in the expression of personal antagonism. Admiration and delight create beauty.

Sensitive to beauty, yet a trifle over-ingenious; let us sample him in a more objective mood.

THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

,

Brazen-thunder-hurler,

Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,

Send vengeance on these Oreads

Who strew

White frozen flecks of mist and cloud

Over the brown trees and the tufted grass

Of the meadows, where the stream

Runs black through shining banks

Of bluish white.

Zeus,

Are the halls of heaven broken up

That you flake down upon me

Feather-strips of marble?

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