His footsteps are not heard,
But soundless they, yet were distinct
As ever that he stirr’d,
[The crackling of his arms and knees:]
In distant lands, ’tis said,
That with like noise has Heaven supplied,
For man to shun in dread,
O, wonder rare! a serpent, named
Thence Rattlesnake, that springs
Quick at the moment it comes nigh,