Ezra Pound

The Faun

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The Faun

Ha! sir, I have seen you sniffing and snoozling about among my flowers. And what, pray, do you know about horticulture, you capriped? 'Come, Auster, come Apeliota, And see the faun in our garden. But if you move or speak This thing will run at you And scare itself to spasms. '