From the next valley, maybe, like this lame
Pedlar; like the soldier; like that lightfoot
Traveller, the one with pointed ears,
The one with cropped hair and a twisted staff,
Who wandered in the crowd, watching and watched.
The shepherd of the strangers? Yet no word
Between them, and no look, Darius said—
Darius, who had eyes for everything;
And ears, when music started.
“One more couple!