The Return

See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering!

See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back; These were the "Wing'd-with-Awe," Inviolable.

Gods of the wingèd shoe! With them the silver hounds, sniffing the trace of air!

Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood.

Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men.