: : 30. The Return

: 30. The Return 

by Ezra Pound

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 wingèd 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!