See, they return; ah, see the tentative <br />Movements, and the slow feet, <br />The trouble in the pace and the uncertain <br />Wavering! <br /> <br />See, they return, one by one, <br />With fear, as half-awakened; <br />As if the snow should hesitate <br />And murmur in the wind, <br />and half turn back; <br />These were the 'Wing'd-with-Awe,' <br />Inviolable. <br /> <br />Gods of the Wingèd shoe! <br />With them the silver hounds, <br />sniffing the trace of air! <br /> <br />Haie! Haie! <br />These were the swift to harry; <br />These the keen-scented; <br />These were the souls of blood. <br /> <br />Slow on the leash, <br />pallid the leash-men!<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-return-11/
