A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?

That, with a stylus of iron and with lead, for all time - in the rock, they could be graven!

In want and hunger, they were lean, - who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

Canst thou bring forth the signs of the Zodiac each in its season? Or, the Bear and her Young, canst thou lead?

Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!