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 winged 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 4. CAPRI by SARA TEASDALE THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE KIT CARSON'S RIDE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WRESTLERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AFTERGLOW by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |