| 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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