See, they return

Ezra Pound’s The Return. W.B. Yeats called this “the most beautiful poem that has been written in the free form, one of the few in which I find real organic truth.”

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 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!

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