'Here are the footsteps of the hornèd herd

Turned back towards their fields of asphodel;—

But these are not the tracks of beast or bird,

Gray wolf, or bear, or lion of the dell,

Or manèd Centaur—sand was never stirred

By man or woman thus! Inexplicable!

Who with unwearied feet could e'er impress

The sand with such enormous vestiges?

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