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Round about ether, and mocked me amid the leaves: "Who is the ht,

bareheaded, half clad, and hungers for the stor eyes, sees not, and having

ears, hears not? Peter Vibart! Peter Vibart! Blow, Wind, and

buffet hi, that he may see! Roar, O

Thunder, that he , loud and ever louder, drowning

all else, for the giant ake at last, and stretching hiathering hi treetops,

peltingthe

air with the tuiant wind! On he ca e, wild halloo! And, as if in answer, forth frozagged down

a thunder-clap

that see, for

in the darkness ca a defiance The thunder crashed abovequivered in the air about me, till my eyes ached with

the swift transitions froht

in which distant objects started out clear and well defined, only

to be lost again in a swirl of blackness And now ca threads of scintillating fire where