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, | 5 |
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,” | 10 |
inviolable. | |
Gods of that wingèd shoe! | |
With them the silver hounds, | |
sniffing the trace of air! | |
Haie! Haie! | 15 |
These were the swift to harry; | |
These the keen-scented; | |
These were the souls of blood. | |
Slow on the leash, | |
pallid the leash-men! |
(photographs Alvin Langdon Coburn)
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