The Return

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

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,"

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!

Ezra Pound