Judging from the Tracks

Man and his watchful spirit lately walked
This misty road . . . at least the man is sure,
Because he made his tracks so visible,
As if he must have felt they would endure.

There was no lovely demon at his side:
A demon's tracks are beautiful and old.
Nor is it plausible a genius walked
Beside him there, because the tracks are cold.

And judging from the tracks, it's doubtful if
A guardian angel moved above his head,
For even through the mist it can be seen
That he was leading and not being led.