The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light; . . .

Methought I say the footsteps of a throne. - William Wordsworth,

A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.

There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found; The Redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little Footsteps lightly print the ground.

The footsteps are terrifying, all coming towards you and none going back again. [Lat., Vestigia terrent Omnia te adversum spectantia, nulla retrorsum.]

But I will trace the footsteps of the chief events. [Lat., Sed summa sequar fastigia rerum.]