'The cattle's track on the black dust, full well

Is evident, as if they went towards

The place from which they came—that asphodel

Meadow, in which I feed my many herds,—

His steps were most incomprehensible—

I know not how I can describe in words

Those tracks—he could have gone along the sands

Neither upon his feet nor on his hands;—

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