It was as a lyric poet that he made his first appearance. Five months after the famous first performance of _Hernani_, and unfortunately on the very day on which the Revolution of July broke out, he published his first book of poems. They were swept away and lost to sight in the stream of events; but even at a less troubled time they would hardly have attracted much attention. As a lyric poet Gautier is unpopular; his style is vigorous and faultless, but his is not the true lyric temperament; his attention is too much distracted by externals; he lacks intensity and soul. In his youthful poetry he is best when he is giving expression to his antique pagan, essentially Roman, epicureanism--when he tells of the three things that give happiness, "sunshine, a woman, a horse"; when (as in "La Débauche") he sings of the joy of life, and praises colour, song, and verse; or when (as in "Le premier rayon de mai") he reproduces the simple, almost sensual, at any rate perfectly incomplex, feeling of happiness produced by the close vicinity of the beloved one. Very fine, and quite typical of Gautier, is the little poem "Fatuité," the mocking title of which subtly wards off any attack upon its sentiments. It gives expression to the gay arrogance of youthful strength. The first two verses are as follows: "Je suis jeune; la pourpre en mes veines abonde. Mes cheveux sont de jais et mes regards de feu. Et, sans gravier ni toux, ma poitrine profonde Aspire à pleins poumons l'air du ciel, l'air de Dieu. Aux vents capricieux qui soufflent de Bohême, Sans les compter, je jette et mes nuits et mes jours, Et, parmi les flacons, souvent l'aube au teint blême M'a surpris dénouant un masque de velours.