Zeus, <br />Brazen-thunder-hurler, <br />Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, <br />Send vengeance on these Oreads <br />Who strew <br />White frozen flecks of mist and cloud <br />Over the brown trees and the tufted grass <br />Of the meadows, where the stream <br />Runs black through shining banks <br />Of bluish white. <br /> <br />Zeus, <br />Are the halls of heaven broken up <br />That you flake down upon me <br />Feather-strips of marble? <br /> <br />Dis and Styx! <br />When I stamp my hoof <br />The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft <br />So that I reel upon two slippery points ... <br /> <br />Fool, to stand here cursing <br />When I might be running!<br /><br />Richard Aldington<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-faun-sees-snow-for-the-first-time/
