And hiswingfooted coursers him did beare / So fast away that, ere his readie speare / He could advance, he farre was gone and past […].
1918,W. B. Yeats, “Per Amica Silentia Lunae”, inMythologies, New York: Macmillan, published1959, page332:
He only can create the greatest imaginable beauty who has endured all imaginable pangs, for only when we have seen and foreseen what we dread shall we be rewarded by that dazzling, unforeseen,wing-footed wanderer.
In due time she gave birth to Autolycus, / A son of Mercury,wing-footed, as if born / With all his father's cleverness and speed, / He made white look like black and black like white.
